"Maggie," Beauty said. When she'd mentioned she was from 2041, Beauty managed a smile that didn't feel like so much work. "I have a..." What? 'Friend' seemed to mild, and more was too audacious... "... know someone who may be from around that time, too. Maybe a little after." The smile turned warmer, and a little more private. "He also likes this place."
She leaned back on her hands and stared over the city street. "It's been a little over four years," she said. "I missed my family at first -- I still do. It's strange to think that they're all..." Well. "But this place is home now. I would be very sad to leave. How about you?"
It was good, Beauty thought, to have a normal, simple conversation. Maybe that's what she needed. Something just... normal. The darkness lingered around the edges of her eyes.