I don't think anyone who kills monsters for a living can be dull company. Besides, I'm not lookin' for you to impress me or anything. I just like talkin' to you.

[ Which, quite frankly, is more than she can say about a lot of people. Most people never would have sat down with her in the yard, let alone have a conversation. She'd just come out of solitary, and it meant a lot to her. ]

Where'd you end up, anyway? Out there.