She considers his question, leaning back against her seat and staring out the windshield.

"Usually I just find a spot where there aren't many humans or they haven't been around much, and I just shove my clothes into whatever I can find. People don't really look behind stuff much."

She hasn't spoken to anyone about how she managed to live on her own for so long. It's strange, putting it into words.

"There were a couple of lockers at one of the train stations that were broken and wouldn't open unless you did it right. I used those, too."