[How strange life is that meeting an old man is a complete novelty. There were a fair share involved with Future Foundation, and some of the remaining adults in Towa City were north of forty. How many times does Toko herself sit down for a chat with them. Almost never.

Still. She's certain if she did, none of them would have opened with a back-handed slap like that.]

... [Blow-stricken shock sits for a count of three, then melts to a sour scowl. Toko reaches for her pint and scoots it back towards herself. She lean against the table so she can press it to her chest, as if shielding an injured kitten.]

Yes. It is.

[Her lip curls.]

Nevermind. If I r-reek so bad, then go hang out in the cemetery. I'm sure they have a s-spot for you there.