It's not so bad, really -- she's "put up" with a lot more, in terms of talking to people. Most of them...they used her quietness as a way to keep talking. They just needed someone to talk to, someone they could imagine was listening, and it didn't really matter who it was. She was a sounding board, and that was fine. It meant she didn't have to worry about any of it: lying, answering questions. She could just be quiet, and people thought it was 'cool' and 'enigmatic.'

But this woman is asking questions, and she's not just rattling along -- she's listening. No, it's not unheard of. But it's got her interested. ("Why me?" she can't help but wonder, all the same.)

"Would be, yeah," she agrees, a faintly amused smile tugging at her face at Gaby's enunciation of the word crap. "Maybe I should aim higher. 'Shoot for the moon. Aim for greatness.'" The tone is faintly sardonic. Motivation in life...it's never been her strong suit, not really. Usually, she's still working on right now, not thinking about the future.

She watches Gaby for a moment, curiously. "For work?" She very unsubtly does not answer just yet. "What d'you do?"