[If there was ever a superpower she wanted -- okay, no, there's so many superpowers she wants. She would take almost any superpower, she thinks, so at least there would be something to her other than her inability to get along with people. It would even help, having something to blame for her weirdness. Superpowers were always an allegory for being othered, right? Well, the good stories about them were usually rooted in that, anyway. She's pretty sure. Anyway; power to escape is extremely valuable.

Ryder scoffs, sounding more judgmental than amused.]

There's -- Never have to earn eating, th-that's -- stupid. [That's stupid!!! Still, after she says it, she frowns to herself.] Guess -- guys like y-you... Job. Um.

[Being hot is sort of a big selling point for escorts, and conventional beauty standards she wants to stab to death, etc., etc. Wait, if he has to subscribe to those -- and maybe wants to, she doesn't fucking know his life -- is she pretty enough to be seen with him? Fuck, maybe she should have...put more effort in. Even if it wasn't something he'd complain about, presumably, that didn't mean it wasn't a bother.]

Um... Y-yeah, we -- can go. Sorry. Walk. Yeah.

[GONNA GET STARTED ON THAT, and perhaps regret the wine chugging a bit. Good thing her boots don't have a crazy heel or anything. She's having a tough enough time balancing while she's continuously kicking herself, ba dum tshh.]