That was certainly true. Jayati felt like she had lived three lives, or rather, was on her third, fourth if you don't count her 'early life' before her parents were killed. It did, in retrospect, feel like it had happened to an entirely different person. But none of them had gone on long enough to be repetitive, and this one was offering entirely new experiences. Most of them much less brutal and more lowkey, which she was frankly fine with.
The bourbon slid down he throat, warmth and burn comforting in equal measures, at least, as long as it stayed at this tier. That was a bit of an old life that didn't need to bleed into this one, that was for damn sure. A bit of relief, when Alistair accepted her request easily. Not that she had expected any less, but it was nice to check that off, be able to really relax. "Hmm," She thought back to the schedule again, "Roman. Yeah, hopefully, he'll have time to shower between the diner and there though. Keep the grease smell away from you." It was a dry joke, paired with a benign lopsided smile, even though that frycook scent was distinctive, and clinging.
"If you don't mind my asking, how'd you get into this, anyway?" One eyebrow raised towards the stage, hoping she was accidentally poking something she would regret later. But she was curious, and she was never the best at resisting that, or the most subtle.