She quirked a brow at the mention of a husband. A sheepishness at the thought because that kind of life never worked into the framework of her life. She could see Queenie getting married and one day having a family, but she could see a lot more about that side of life for her sister. Romance and domestic life were just two things the woman had never really considered for herself.
"My job," She answers quickly, lips pressing into a thin line. Her work had always been what she had and she rarely made time for anything else. The truth was that doing anything for her own sake outside of work wasn't something she thought of. Or, at least it wasn't until recently-- It was only very recently she bought clothes that weren't formerly her parents as it was.
She wouldn't count it as lonely if it was what she wanted.
Could she?
"My skills aren't really equipped for a place like this, you know?" She motioned half-heartedly around them with a shrug of her shoulder. "I didn't even really handle the cooking at home, but I was good at my job." And that's what mattered.
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"My job," She answers quickly, lips pressing into a thin line. Her work had always been what she had and she rarely made time for anything else. The truth was that doing anything for her own sake outside of work wasn't something she thought of. Or, at least it wasn't until recently-- It was only very recently she bought clothes that weren't formerly her parents as it was.
She wouldn't count it as lonely if it was what she wanted.
Could she?
"My skills aren't really equipped for a place like this, you know?" She motioned half-heartedly around them with a shrug of her shoulder. "I didn't even really handle the cooking at home, but I was good at my job." And that's what mattered.