We're pretty big on freaky coincidences around here. Gives the place a real sense of community.

[ That and all the surveillance, which is the main contributing factor to why she goes quiet as their food is delivered to the table -- though she does spare a wink for the server, because lowkey harassing people is a hard habit to shake. Once they're gone she takes hold of the straw in her drink, idly stirring it with a clatter of ice. ]

They're trickling back. My accident was about a month ago, so I must've cracked my head good. I'm lucky to be going through it in such a nice, quiet place.

[ Just globs of sarcasm dripping off that one; the emphasis she puts on the word quiet probably isn't doing her any favors, if anyone's actually listening. ]

My best advice is take it slow, and stick close to the people you know.