"...if there's a place for me."

Earlier in the month, the answer might have been different, more scornful, more flippant about there always being work to take care of somewhere. But she's been given a thread of hope to contemplate, and she isn't quite sure how she feels about it. Uncertainty moves up in her mind, and then mixes.

"And it'll depend on what other people have decided to do."

If they all pack up and move to the mainland, she'll have to follow.