Oh, gods, less than that. I feel like we've only got, like, thirty people here? I know... I don't know, maybe ten of them. Eleven, now. [she tilts her head towards yang.] It's a really small town, which is probably why there's always space in the hotel for newcomers. Seems like we get a new handful like you every couple of months.

[it's good, though. it's a good crowd. she hasn't met anyone she outright hates yet (who's stuck around, at least, ha ha what evil duplicates emerging from the sandstorm) and that means she can spend her time surviving and learning things.]

Some people get bogged down in their memories—there's one girl who can't seem to shake them, because they're all pretty terrible. But she's not the only one like that, and we're all just... working together to get by. [she raps very lightly on her skull.] I'm taking art and dancing lessons from one of my friends to fill up some of the empty space in this thing. And we have these get-togethers, too. It's a nice way to distract yourself.