[ She thinks mugs are kind of a simple option, especially considering Rex has started on her clothes, but she's getting too tired to push it. If Rex looks, he'll see basically all of her clothes are in the same mold- black, flowy, some tights and hooded cloaks. They're actually not nearly as nice as what she would wear back home, considering her limited budget, but at first glance they may as well look the same, and serve the same function. Benefits of wearing all one shade of color.

She starts on the mugs anyway, stacking them in a cabinet over the counter. At his question, she shrugs. ]

I might as well have been living alone in the other housing, considering how little I saw the people who lived there. I had too much to do. [ Although a lot of what she did involved sitting in her room, all holed up. ] But yeah, I mean, I've done it before.

I wasn't doing it before I was Ported in...but it looks like Lachesis didn't give a fuck about that, so I'll have to get used to it. [ She sounds particularly bitter, on that front. It's been half a year, and she's still not used to being alone all the time. ]