"Well, that'll change here, anyway." On fairies, that is -- although she's noticed a lot of them prefer to keep their glamours on, which she understands, in a way, although she prefers to not think about it. That sting of jealousy -- that other people can hide what they are -- has been eating at her for most of the past three or four years, it's poisonous. A large part of her resents that they still do it in Baedal, where people think they're beautiful.

"Oh, you're new! We must be in the same Cohort, then." She digs in her neon purse for her pack of cigarettes -- they're black with red filters, something cherry-flavoured and sweet -- and her matches, which... God only knows where she's put them. There's no real judgment about him being alone, she just seems curious. He's cute, it's inconceivable that no one's come up to harass him yet. Problem solved. You're welcome, Shrieky. "You ever done karaoke before?"