"Oh, no, I-- I'm not thirsty, I had something after I finished up deliveries, but thank you," was better than I'm not thirsty because I'm frozen in time for biological purposes and eating and drinking are purely at-will pursuits. She was still finding herself caught out by it, sometimes, this halted kind of life. She didn't notice her missing heartbeat most of the time anymore; after a day or so the auditory awareness of its lack had faded. New normal. Just like this place was new normal.
"I think I promised you a story that could rival this for oddity?" At least, that was what the accent told her. She was still all calm, pleasant, positive demeanor; he was a charming sort. Made it easy to smile. She headed for the stack of mats, which were entirely and intensely reminiscent of Coal Hill's gymnasium. There, too, mats got pushed into service as chairs on an as-needed basis. She dropped onto the mat, and thought for a moment. Then, seemingly in non sequitur, "So, you sound American. What year is it, where you came from?"