[ah. yeah, she's starting to understand the situation at hand a little better here. the first answer that comes to mind isn't the one she says, no matter how true "well, i have to be okay with it" is. she takes a brief break from cleaning things up to head over to the back of the couch and lean over it instead, folding her arms and looking over.]

I did to begin with. God, did I fucking ever. But... I don't know. I guess I got more and more used to the idea. Like, yeah, I'm a vessel, and so's a lot of people from the city I'm from. But I'm other things, too, you know? I make music. I know my way around tech support. I protect people. [a dumbstruck look flashes on her face.] I've got a girlfriend and we kick ass together. But, like, I don't know.

Being a vessel for A2, it's like... it's only part of who I am. I've got a lot of stuff going on for me. Letting myself be defined by just one thing, no matter how huge a thing that is? That's a one way ticket to feeling like total shit all day, every day. [she reaches down over the couch and picks up another stray beer bottle that got wedged between the back and the arm.] Ask me how I know.