"Like, nine months, is a long time, yeah. I mean, that's how long it took me to get my shit together, so."

Not that that means all that much to Temple, who didn't know her at her worst, just the concept of her as one of the Freelancers that fucked up the sim troopers. But still. South's able to be genuinely sympathetic, here, and her own dissonant internal processes just aren't notable enough for her to know something's up.