She huffs a laugh. "Could you imagine? Me with a goldfish, or a cat, or something. Poor Kermit's enough, and I'm barely tending to him." Though, she supposes that's rather the point of succulents, isn't it? They're very low-maintenance plants.

"This is... good... though. All these people. I used to hate crowds." Now, she can't imagine being alone even long enough to sleep, anymore. She has the telly going, just for the noise. For the illusion of company.

God, she's pathetic.