"Before the world ended." Her serenity is the kind that tends to have intense trauma underlying it, but this is just the sort of thing that happens occasionally during her conversations; as far as she can guess, those people might well all be dead now, though they'd have better chances in Europe, where things aren't quite so fraught as North America.
Her shoes clink quietly when she crosses her ankles, swaying into a more comfortable position, settling them to one side. After a moment, as if it's nothing unusual as a follow up to her last remark, "He was a bit shorter than the other ones. Stockier. I think he would've done all right, but he got bad press."
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Her shoes clink quietly when she crosses her ankles, swaying into a more comfortable position, settling them to one side. After a moment, as if it's nothing unusual as a follow up to her last remark, "He was a bit shorter than the other ones. Stockier. I think he would've done all right, but he got bad press."