[Daisy would laugh at her sarcasm, except it hurts. Instead, she just smiles lightly. She can appreciate a good sarcastic remark, even if it's made towards her.]

I've had a lot of experience those almost three decades.

[She retorts, her posture becoming not as rigid once the ache in her ribs starts to dissipate.]

A lot better, actually.

[Not daring to move until it's Claire is done, she goes back to their conversation on how currency works around here.]

So, how do we get money? Because something tells me credit cards aren't a thing here.