Either develop amazing tolerance for drunk people every night or have what's left of my soul chipped away by them. Kind of a toss up between each one on a daily basis.

[Which is true. It's easier to talk about the very normal facets of her life, such as work and dating and travelling, than it is about the very not normal ones. Subtly, she relaxes a little in her seat. Easing into easy conversation at last. Or, feeling the effects of being too tense. ]