"I know." And she really does. Assumptions without facts had followed her all the way through school, even to Port Island. Her circumstances were different, and so there were whispers and gossip, and even the vague uneasiness from some people no matter how bright and friendly she tried to be. Maybe that was Death's doing, in the end, but... most people only see what they want to see, and hear what they want to hear, and nothing more. "It would just be nice if there were a few less."

This is about the time she thinks she should change the topic. "So how's the food? Acceptable?"