"What was wrong with you, then?" she asks, another question that should probably have a little more tact around it but just... doesn't. She should probably stop and think about her way with words, but then she knows if she tempered herself then she'd end up silent. People always did like to talk over her.

"Oh I suppose we could write a book then couldn't we? You and me. All those stories about the things you shouldn't do. A guide to how to live a boring life. At least if you listened to those sort of warnings." The look of distaste on her face seems to speak of how she really isn't about to.

"You know I've never met any family before. Not on purpose that is. Sort of tried to keep away, you know. Might ruin peoples lunch if the dead girl turned up."