"Funny how I can't imagine you appreciating teenage punk," she teases mildly, shooting him a disbelieving look as she takes off her coat and hands it over. She's gone fairly casual with the black shirt and the black pants. They fit, though, and as she'd been careful to make sure, there's no blood. She's not sure why she keeps lingering on the blood except for the part that she's always aware of it.

"Do you care much about legacy, then?"