Meredith drops her head to rest on her folded arms, shifting closer. "Maybe not," she echoes. "I don't know. It's the doing nothing that gets to me. I can't fix anything. I can't find anything or cure anything. I can't even just be a surgeon." It's her turn now just to talk, meandering through half-formed ideas. In spite of it all, she's relaxed again, content just to be talking even if it's not the happiest of topics. "I probably would have come home after you tonight if we were in Seattle. I like coming home, I like the... being at peace. Even a little settled, I don't mind. But doing nothing..."