There are things she could say to that as they continue to wind through the evening crowds, side-stepping a local here, a goods-filled cart there. The streets smell dusty and hot, a scent she's come to associate more and more with something like freedom. It's tempting to tell him that yes she's come to understand that her life had been even more odd than she'd initially perceived, but that this place is far from boring. The Ninth had been boring. The First, at least before all the murder and bloodshed really got going, had been boring. Here there are people to talk to, places to see, food to try, monsters to kill. Hot women to flirt with. It's a far cry from the cold black depths of Drearburh, where she'd spent most of her life aching and furious with loneliness.

She considers letting him know that, actually, she's been having the time of her life of late, but then he says 'virgin' and she's momentarily flummoxed. Because fuck, she is a virgin, and she feels the nasty betrayal of heat rising from beneath her collar. Is that really something people would be interested in? They wouldn't just think she's a weird late-starting loser for being stuck on a hell planet surrounded by skeletons and ghastly old people her whole life? Her step falters, just for a second. But she's quick to recover herself.

"Really?" she says, the tone of her voice bordering on sceptical, "people actually like it if you say yo, I've never fucked anyone in my life. Wanna volunteer as tribute?"