[She nods, more for lack of something to say than anything else. It's hard to really fathom the scope of what he's talking about. It sounds like something out of a movie.

On reflex, she moves to dig her cigarettes out of her pocket. They're in her hand, and then, fuck, that's right, she doesn't have a light. She sighs and toys around with the pack for something to do with her hands.]

I don't know much about the kind of thing you're describing, but I don't imagine it's something you're ever "over and done with". Tradition has a way of sticking with you.

[And this is one of the cases in which she'd argue it shouldn't. Sometimes, you do fuck with tradition.]

Do you think your government put us here?