Yeah, this is, uh. [she counts on one hand and sits down next to her new friend, if that's what they are. her feet dangle off the edge of the boardwalk; she's wearing sneakers and torn jeans, and the varsity jacket with "RU" written on the breast blows a little. underneath, there's a slightly faded silversun pickups tee. she looks, by all accounts, like a normal-ass person. ignoring the matte black hands.]

Twelve, nearly thirteen months here for me. I think I came in on the first wave. The natives don't really remember anyone else before I got here, but there was apparently this dream town that existed for another couple years before that. I don't know much about it. [it's a lot. she's talking very normally about it, but it's a lot.] We could use people here who are good with their hands, at least.