"The same," she said, shaking her head. There wasn't much of anything she could tell him about her life or what she spent her free time doing, and even though she'd only known him for about a month, that was already wearing on her conscience. He didn't deserve to be lied to. But the truth might get him killed, or it might make him never want to see her again. So she smiled, shrugged, and said, "Turns out having nothing but free time is boring. Who knew, right?"

Maybe she should get a job. It would be good for her cover. But then she'd have to explain to her boss why she could never work on the full moon and had to leave at odd times and might not be around for very much longer. No, a real job would be more trouble than it was worth.