"I'm new," she clarifies. The honest truth of it is that the mystery mindfuck doesn't seem to bother her as much as it probably should - after all her mother was always going on about another plane, and as much as she doesn't want to think or act or even look like her mother (fact: she looks like her mother) some things stick pretty hard.
She fidgets again. "I'm dealing with it," she finally, her mouth narrowing to a line for an instant. "You seem pretty well adjusted, so I assume it should be something I can accomplish."