"If I have to feel old, you have to feel old. That's how it goes. I will not feel decrepit alone." She snorts a laugh. "Though let's be real, if I make it to old age I'm not even gonna be grey, I'm gonna be a blue hair and pronouns girlie til the day I die."

Eighty-something with her hair dyed bright colours, that'll be her. If she makes it that far, here or at home—things don't seem to want to stay chill for long these days, makes the odds seem... well, weird.

She chews at the corner of her lip as they circle, vaguely matching the motion of the others around them.

"...been a weird fuckin' year, huh."