[ She pokes his knee. ]

That hurt, didn't it? It's fine. You know it's not bad.

[ She settles more into the couch, no longer hugging her legs. ]

So, I don't know if I ever told you this. I probably haven't. Anyway, every century, I'm human.

[ And she hears how that sounds and she snorts, waves a hand as if waving something away. ] Mortal. Once every century, I'm mortal for a day. I was in New York, went out for a walk, and heard a guy yell from a dump site because a fridge fell on him. That was Sexton.