[She can definitely relate, but sometimes one just deserves to indulge a little! If she knew what it was like for him, she would say he's allowed to find a lot more fun.

He's drunk, sure, but his smile is pleasant, and his conversation? It's rather nice, actually. So she pulls a chair over, so she could sit next to him. Making herself comfortable, she smooths down her clothes before folding her hands on her lap.]

It is, a world that is so different to my own. Hmm, I am closing in on a year, in a few months, I believe. What of yourself? [She hasn't seen him before, but there are many here who have been here long but she has not met before.]