"Yeah... I haven't really been out." For anything except to get drunk and high -- the food in her fridge is fine, though, it's mostly stuff that won't go bad for ages; she doesn't keep much fresh food in the house because Megan ... does not cook. Like, ever.

"Right. I remember. You work at the library." Everything about her is so subdued, compared to how she was then -- then again, it could just be how she is on her off hours... unlikely as that is. She sits down on the arm of the couch and draws her feet up on it, precarious, with her wings out behind her to keep her steady.