It's nice to have something familiar where there is no familiarity. Honestly, I have things I should be doing at home, and I'm worried about the implications of not doing them when I'm stuck here.

[The bit of candor comes out unbidden, the one, consistent worry for her, whose heart is always at home. She pushes down whatever bit of melancholy is trying to rise from her compartmentalization, instead of dealing with that, she pushes it down and lightens her tone.]

And you know, not starving to death because you don't have money for a hamburger is also nice. Or something nice to wear when you want to feel attractive and special again. Which is why I have two jobs.

[Peace motions to her dress.]