"I can't complain. My cat's preggers. I think it was that stinky tomcat that lurks behind the trashcans. I thought she had better taste than that, but then again, you'd think I would too." Talking to herself was a regular enough thing for Daphne that most of her co-workers wouldn't think twice about her answering Daryn out loud. "How about you? You kinda look like shit. You eatin' and sleepin' okay?"