"Oh! A doctor. That's kind of a secret talent, I mean, not everyone is good at being a doctor." Now she was on to something, yes, occupations. Secret talents and occupations were very kindly small talk and made conversation. John was a doctor too, wasn't he? Lily noted how he'd reacted to the things she had said, how he reacted to the things he told her, the bandage on his hand. Before she could inquire more about what lead to him being harmed in Russia (the awful interruption of the memory of Lucy tasting his blood shoved aside.), she was more taken with the idea of just not bringing any of that up.
"I was an actress." She'd confided, a flash of lacy outfits, pearls, ruby red lipstick, corsets, wigs, tight pointed shoes, exaggerated movements underneath a hot, bright light. The memories resembled dreams, remote and surreal compared to her life now. Her former life inspired her to mention: "I want you to know, that if I'm ever that monster again, it's not..."