That earned him a dry huff of a laugh. "I'm not good at taking my mind off of things," she replied. And there was no possible way to convey the context of her life honestly, or in a way that wouldn't sound incredibly silly.

So she left it there.

She hooked her thumbs through her back beltloops. "So...Pittsburgh, huh? Lots of...steel mills. And not kosher food." A pause. "You like it?"

Fuck, she'd gotten rusty and talking to people...