I don't think I'll ever be old enough to feel like I'm a safe distance from my teens, let's put it that way. [Very dry, but also a mute admission that the needlessly aggressive psychopath-in-recovery was a not inaccurate depiction of herself at that age.] Is it worth me asking if you're okay?

[She steps through the doors, and the CES has done them a favour - rolling meadows, dotted trees, pretty much the sort of atmosphere you'd want to bring a picnic blanket to.]