"It feels different, in these places." She could attest to that much at least. A few years could feel like a dozen or just some months, it depended entirely on the setting and what was happening. Although outside had been a lot like that for Indigo while she was growing up. Her father rarely gave her the time to experience other matters, or to enjoy time passing.
Her days were always full, possibly why she still looked to fill her time.
"Eighteen years." It was long, to most. It was half her life, and this half of her life hadn't always been a smooth transition. But it was her life. "It was an easy shift, I was already groomed for the lifestyle." Different people, different task, same expectations. It was why Indigo slotted into it so easily.
Opting for her own burger, minus the cheese because she had lost her appetite for processed cheese a long time ago, Indigo sought out mustard rather than ketchup. "Most of my time was spent in Florida, the Everglades."