She giggled, "I am many things and at the same time nothing!"
Whispering, she added, "These pictures move. You don't need to to worry though, I don't have anything to play them on."
She wasn't wrong. The 8mm was an extravagance itself- her only one, and only because she'd forgotten to sell it. she'd never seen the kind of money that could pay for the projector. Instead, reels and reels of film were left stuffed into one of the many drawers dotted around her apartment.