[ she shrugs, noncommittal. an accidentally diplomatic answer. she knows, boy does she ever, but this place is still wicked weird. she's literally straddling the line of knowing and not knowing. ]

S'ppose that's one way of looking at it. Or you could rage, rage against the dying of the light and dramatically quote Thomas in an effort to stick it to the man. Whatever frosts your cupcake.

[ a beat, conceding to actually answering his non question with a still non answer. ] I always had trouble with glass, too. Not very conducive.