[She leans to look.] I bet the walks home were a riot. [She's not as familiar with LA, but she knows where that is.]

Think you're close to getting that ticket out of here? [She tries to not sound a touch disappointed at the idea; keeping connections has gotten harder and harder. Always moving, never looking back, severing ties with most people but her cat.

But she really knows better.] At least you'll still be kickin' but shit, boy. You'll have to box up a lotta stuff. Gonna go to LA there, you think?