Her death having meaning to others is their own fault, attachments always end in pain, so she does her best to not form any of her own. (However much she always seems to fail).

"I'm sure someone will care, and I'm sure I will be forced to feel that if or when I come back, but I do my best to not think about it."

She glances at the theater door.

"Well, if you must move on with your day, I understand. I can handle it from here."

A pause.

"Thank you."