"Guess they don' have any really good names left, huh?" she asked him after a thought. "I'll admit, it beats callin' 'em numbers. Or it. But still." She shrugged, not wanting to bother with the whole debate of 'what's a better name to call an unknown female'. "Had to belong to somebody. Kinda random if it ain', but who am I to say? I barely know mine."
She frowned. "Potential? Sometimes it sure doesn' feel that way." She was a bit hesitant about that part. "Kinda drags up that feelin' inside, which is sayin' yes or no at the same time. My head, if I ever get it back, must be some mixed up place or somethin'. Makes ya wonder what exactly goes on in there on a regular basis when I'm not blankin' out on everythin'."
She didn't like the idea of other people there. It just bothered her for some reason, and it bothered her enough to make her shift in her seat, glancing down at the wooden bench. "I'd much rather not go to the last one, thanks," she told him hesitantly. "Migh' be more professional, but it just don' sit well with me. Can' explain that one either." She shrugged.
"I guess I'm really not that picky. Never been to either place. 'Sides, didn' you say you had somewhere to be? Wouldn' want you to miss whatever it is you migh' be missin'."