“Some,” she agrees, speaking more broadly than of pleasures offered by the Vault; she fades out like a ghost and begins again, and she's good at it, now, accustomed to it. Some things will always ache, but Baedal does not present the same challenge to her as it does to some. For all of its unique attributes, in some ways-- this is still just one more new lifetime to be lived. She's always wanted to be learning, and in so many ways this place is an irresistible opportunity.

This city, and this place. She doesn't forget about the Militia, the Candlelighters, the prejudices and the politics-- she's just long been temperamentally disinclined to lose sight of the beautiful for the grotesque. She has so much life to live.

“It makes me strange among our cohort, I know, to embrace this. But I think, not bad. I don't do it naively.”