[ Look, she thinks it's weird to wear a bathrobe while sitting on a trash throne, but she's not going to dwell on it. They're all (for the most part) strange to each other, that's what she's discovered during her time in this world.

Watching the little wastebasket putter off in the other direction, she then returns her gaze to him, head tilting curiously to one side, like he's said something she maybe doesn't fully understand. ]

How can you say it ain't real when we don't even really know where we are? The magic's real. The Horizon's real. The Singularity's real. They just aren't where your body is. Do you stop believin' in everythin' that ain't within your line of sight?