"Do you always decide you know how everything works right after you arrive somewhere?" It's oh so very dry and she gives him a look. "Sure. Bet everyone's memories are full of murder and monstrosity. But I killed three people and hurt another three last month and some kid who's all pally with the skeleton that killed fifteen in December came and got on my arse about it. And she wasn't the only one. I'm not the one making it weird."

At least, not the only one. And yet after a moment her brow even furrows like she's thinking, and then she groans and grumbles to herself: "...ugh, how did I end up on this side of this shit..."

'Get over yourself', she told Jon. 'Stop moping', she told Jon. And now here she is with a weird furry changeling guy basically telling her to stop being a drama queen.