"It sure is. We've had a few more come and go, too, and—" God, who is she kidding, she gets distracted half way through that thought by what she's talking about, at which point she groans and rubs between her brow with the knuckle of the thumb on the hand holding her cup. "Christ. Complicates is a pretty light word for it, I reckon. Explains some things, mind you, but."