[She relaxes automatically at the suggestion; the shift is both subtle and sudden, but it makes a difference. She doesn't dwell on it too much, but instead considers what he'd said about making a life for herself. He's right, she had -- and most of it had fallen apart, but not all. There was both good and bad, but there was no denying that the life she had here was far more than she would have had back home, considering the circumstances.

She smiles at his appraisal, her response quick and tongue-in-cheek.]

One that revolves around bartending, mostly.

[Among other things. Self-defense lessons, helping train up any residents who didn't know how to take care of themselves -- that took up a good amount of her time. Enough that it helped to distract her from the ever-present existential crisis that came from being here in the first place, as opposed to some real afterlife.

Her movements are much smoother now, quickly becoming practiced as she gets used to the steps. She's always been a fast learner.]

Among other things. Bartenders don't get asked to many formal affairs. [Not that there had been any here to attend, though she'd faked her way through more than a handful back home.] Some, I'm not entirely out of the loop, but not many.

[Really, now that she's had a few moments, she's not doing so badly.]

But you're not wrong. Sometimes it feels like I've been here longer, but there are parts that feel like they've gone too quickly, too. I'm sure you've already noticed that time doesn't mean very much here.