Now that was a strange concept. Honestly, Joanie couldn't ever say that any of her weird friendships had been formed normally. She had met Luther in an elevator and they just never stopped talking. She had run into Russell her first night of being green, and despite yanking him around like a dog on a chain, she hadn't scared him off. Aiden was a customer, and Micah had been a little box on the internet. So the notion of meeting somebody by sitting down and talking like normal people was just so very alien.
She decided to keep any "you never wanted to get laid?" quips to herself this time around, as a show of common courtesy. Instead, she just nodded. "Cool, cool." She spun her beer around before taking a sip. She didn't understand somebody that knew what they wanted from birth and ran for it. She had always been driven to do something, but she never knew what.
At his questions, she shrugged. "I don't really know how I got into this." And that was the truth. It had been kind of a whim, a sort of "I will kill myself if I spend another day in retail" rebellion. "And I guess in five years..." She paused, her expression shifting into something strange. "I want to be stable. Happy, stable. How that happens, doesn't matter to me." She shrugged, taking another sip of her beer. "You got a five year plan, Colonel?"