It seems like she has, even to her. That's a thing that happens with these alternate dimensions, right? Spend a few days in one and it feels like a year. And she's nowhere close to starving just yet, but still, she doesn't want to live at the inn forever. That place is too dreary to be possible.

"Shame. I haven't drawn a cap and cup in forever." Angela glances at her sign and then turns back to him with a smile and a nod. "Paris." Don't ask for details, sir. She studied at the many schools of her Paris lovers who just so happened to be artists as well.