[ A faint huff of laughter, a shake of her head. ]

Shi—

[ Oh, right. Her eyes dart to the left for only a flicker of a second before she censors herself. Sorry, girlie. ]

Stuff's hard, man. I did three years of varsity basketball, four years of college ball. When the draft came to my school, the WNBA didn't look twice.

[ That had been... fine. Sure, she was terrible at math and had been on the mediocre middle-to-end ranking of her basketball team, but at least she also got to be harassed by restless spirits. Who's the real winner? Faintly aware she's only described missed opportunities, failures, little disadvantages that snowball— Well, she's both a terrible liar and a reluctant one, which doesn't leave much else. She's fine being unimpressive. ]