... That's fair. "There are worse ways to meet, I'm sure." In fact, she's experienced quite a few throughout her time here and Haven. Not that she's overly keen to share any of those unfortunate incidents.

Instead, her attention is diverted to this quaint little place. A lot of work and care has gone into it. Almost too much. It can get a little... bleak, honestly, seeing how lived in some spaces are. How long people have been here. In Haven, they'd never had much in the way of personal artifacts but she still remembers the veterans touches to their spaces too. Having been a nomad before, she was very proficient at minimizing and didn't hold much sentiment for objects beyond her guitar. If anyone were to look into her room at Alphy's, they'd wonder if anyone lived there at all.

"Elsewhere," she answers, plopping down in the offered chair. "A place called Haven. That's kind of the joke, I suppose. Some haven it was."