Did she believe that? It was hard to tell, it was a thought, a nagging idea in the back of her mind. But so many of those thoughts weren't based on anything real. "Don't think I do, but I haven't been here very long."

Would she even notice? How many little gifts from the Singularity before that normal girl who arrived is all but a memory? These were very deep thoughts, very dark thoughts, and there was a simple answer to them. She downed more of her drink than is strictly healthy in a single go.

She'll need food at this rate.

"So that's why you're skulking in the corner and not actually talking to him?" There's no actual judgment, just the playful teasing Abby offers from time to time. Sam had put himself at the center of things. Hardly a space for Geralt. Over here was easier to not talk to people.

Save annoying teenagers, of course. She throws herself out of her seat and to her feet, "I need food if I plan to keep drinking, if I'm back over here someone tried to tell me to act my age."