"You hear that a lot." She doesn't have to ask -- it's a common story, isn't it, even for humans. Once you're old enough, you get the fuck out, because there's nothing else you can do.

London just seemed like the right place to go. Now she's beginning to understand why.

Her smile is nothing but dry sarcasm, flat and sardonic. "Yeah. Thanks. I wasn't expecting a proper welcoming committee."