"And... quiet's good. So... I'm glad." Quiet sounds boring. Quiet sounds like her current life.

Again, she listens intently. "...I should probably get a home computer, huh." She's starting to wonder what else she's really missing out on. "But I understand at least the first two, and that should be good." But she stays quiet, considering. "If I store the data using my glasses, could people... find it? And... erase it? Or do something to it?"

She's not quite sure where she's going with this, but it's one of those formless doubts in the back of her mind, something that bothers her greatly. She knows there's a reason she's got paintings in a storage unit somewhere, and it's not lack of room.

"All right. That seems simple enough."