some kind of closure

Transcript:

Agatha:
I gave the eye to the boys, they tore out the wire for their nest.
Thanks for that.
. . . I still haven’t looked at that letter from my mom. That he said was from her.

Ulrich:
(hah!)
You know, he gave me something from my parents too.

Agatha:
Really?

Ulrich:
Not as nice as yours, I imagine. My family is not the love letter sort.
I haven’t looked at it either.
. . . You ought to, though. read it. In your own time.

Agatha:
Uh, you too.
In your own. Time.
Hey can I see my arm for a second?

Ulrich:
Oh, sure.

Agatha:
Lab rats are sturdy.
We’re gonna make it.