"But it's the end of the world," said Lulu, despite the tendency to judge herself. At least she was able to think, too. Most of the time. "People ought to at least try if we're all going to live in a bloody prison together. It's close quarters."
Besides -- now that it'd been years, the people left living had been weeded and shaped into quite an interesting bunch. Even if it was easy to dislike some of them.
She shrugged loosely, reaching up to tighten the elastic at the back of her head. "I dunno. I might've ran, but... Not for "puffing up." It's stupid -- cos I care what people think even if they don't intimidate me." It was an honest statement; Lulu's expression reflected as such.
It twisted into a smirk a moment later. "Oh, ha. No. We hadn't a fuckton, thank you, but daddy and mummy did all right. And my man made pennies. Schoolteacher, he was. I sorted out my own money."