[ It's strange to be in agreement, but even stranger ... she doesn't hate it. She knows there's a part of her that's missed that. The extended community of the bar that understood each other and the cost of whatever the details were because they were never good and never exactly the same, and at an often absolutely non-verbal level. She's still not sure if she wants it here. But she can feel the edge of something like that once was. ]

Do you think it's happening because of the blood transfusion? Or the Singularity?

Or some weird only-here-yolo mixed-up combination of the both?