"Ghibli I can work with," Erin muses. "And no, wrong kind of unwholesome, it's..." Erin bobs her head and then decides, fuck it, Maeve's honesty deserves honesty in turn. "If you ran the joint you've seen men hit the workin' girls to feel more like men, yeah? That but mediated over technology and social attacks. A whole lot of men did not get over their bullshit when being a nerd became something cool."

The Face she makes. Full of old bitterness. "And that's where I'm gonna leave that because meeting you's been really nice so far and I'd rather not drag myself down the dark alleys of things I'm mad about from back home. Home's far away for both of us."