"Of course, of Arc," Joan replied, teasing a little. "How have you been? It's been a minute since we parted. Are you well?" Even though they had parted on good terms, when the activism of the 70s wound down, they had found callings in different directions. It was just the way of the world. Joan felt like she was a little changed since then, although probably not too much. Wore more boyish clothes perhaps, hair a little shorter than the pageboy cut she'd had then. She always had been a worldly head on youthful shoulders.