Good for her to embrace it. Most people are hella lame, it's better to find your own way. Especially when you're... different than what they want you to be anyway.

[ That was a polite way to put it, she thinks.

Her cheerier attitude drops slightly at the question. It isn't that she's depressed by the answer for herself, but she knows how quickly the hope tends to drain out of people whenever she responds. She hates that part. ]

... Two and a half years. Give or take.