[oh my god.]

Looks like you're fitting in just fine.

[She'll wander in, watching her step lest she straw into a cow plop. She's still got her usual look, and that includes the leather ankle boots. They're not in pristine condition but she'd rather not track shit home with her.]

I was countryside-adjacent. The family business was hog-butchering. But we made enough money to live large, far from the pig pens and the bloodshed.