"I'm sure she means well." Stacey shrugged as she said it - her own grandmother wasn't trying to be mean or hurtful, it was just that the concept didn't quite fit with the woman's world view.
Offering him a grin, she answered, "Well, thank you. I certainly hope to be around for a while! And yeah, it's nice to see other people being successful."
Nodding her understanding as she listened, Stacey commented, "That makes sense. I hope you'll be able to go sooner rather than later. Even if it's not quite in the capacity you were, it's better than nothing, I would think."
Stopping herself before she could ramble anymore, she moved to check out the ink on Charlie's leg, taking note of where the blood was beginning to congeal just a bit around the center. "Looking good," she muttered under her breath, relieved that things seemed to be going well so far.