"Huh," she draws out the word with thoughtful deliberation as she narrowly avoids a collision with a street vendor to the right of her. There's definitely something to be said for never being forgotten, and really any time spent in her presence ought to be a fucking blessing, even if - on some quieter, deeper level - she's still raw and nervy at the thought that it rarely has been to anyone before. Just having a good time and with low expectations really can't hurt either, not when half the Ninth had probably christened her with disappointment as her middle name. This way, at the very least, there's no need to worry about breaking a lifetime's tradition.

"I'll add in the part about how ancient and riddled with arthritis the nuns were, for good measure. You know, leave them thinking, oh you poor hot darling, however did you cope?" at which point she could lay in with the funny innuendo whilst hoping her looks and the laughs will carry her through.