Once upon a time, Mandy might have rolled her eyes a such a cliché statement. But now...well, it was still cliché, but she understood the feeling still being quite real. After all, that was a good part of why she wasn’t trying to go on proper dates back home. How could anyone understand what she’d lived, let alone understand why she’d gotten out the way she had.
“And let me guess, trying to explain it hasn’t gone spectacularly?” she smiled ruefully. “I’ve been there more times than I care to count. Incredibly different circumstances I’m sure, mostly because I’ve been talking to people paid to listen, but I know what it’s like. Sort of.” She waved vaguely, huffing,
“Or, I’m just trying this--sympathetic ear business for the first time in literally years and am probably sounding like a complete twat. Take your pick, but,” she shrugged, “I’ve not really got anything or anyone else to be doing at the moment, so. If you’d like, I’m all ears.”