That was true, she supposed, but all she could muster was a one shouldered shrug. She still had feelings about Myers... and not great ones (even though they were beginning to fade with time now). "I could be a lot more things." Vague. But really she could be better, more relaxed, more focused, more of a friend. A whole host of things.

"Her. Not 'it'. Her name is Lola, " she said with her irritation clear in her voice. Myers of ALL people should know how close she was to her geranium. She was a pet, basically. A beloved pet.

But that snort, tho.

Dora turned to face the man now. That was interesting. "Most of my years are hard. Please explain why you're having such a bad year." Her tone made it clear she wasn't taking no for an answer.