[Lisa's somewhat excited to respond to this; that probably shows in her manner, cheery and forward, doing her best not to let the thoughts of what processing a trauma puts in her head. Her head's a complicated place, she's used to that by now.]

It's strange, isn't it? How crazy everything goes, and then how normal it goes back to being. I've had days where I don't want to leave my room, and then days where I feel like I can do anything, and I can trace a lot of it back to all this. I just want... well, no. I don't want things to go back to normal. Not anymore. There are too many things I don't want to lose. But I want to feel comfortable again. That seems to come and go for me, and I'm tired of it. [Lisa suddenly realizes nothing stops this woman from going back and reading the network's post history, and abruptly has. A small fear.]

The beach helped a lot, the other day. That was me playing music that evening, in fact.