"Evanescence isn't gonna protect you from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," Renee grumbled. Leaving no trace was good--she did understand what Uldren meant. She just didn't quite agree with him.

Renee did crack an eye open--okay, that's definitely a prissy prince who's lost in a memory. She closed her eyes again, and just listened to him as he spoke. "Transformation? You don't have to answer that, but...huh." That was curious, but Uldren said it was traumatic. Renee knew enough about trauma to not poke that particular bear, regardless of whether or not she wanted to...but she did want to.

"I'm not making my eyes do anything. It's a tell." You jackass, she wanted to say, but didn't. Instead, she laughed. "Oh yeah. Believe me, if there was anywhere else to be from in my time? I'd fucking emigrate. I don't like it, but it's still a backwater, when I'm from." Renee snorted at that, but even if she didn't open her eyes, her expression softened just a bit. "Now, that, I'll give you. Watching centuries go by, mostly solo? Yeah. That sucks. So that part, I'm sorry about." That apology, for all its bluntness, didn't even particularly sound insincere. But there was a clear undertone of but about the rest, fuck you left unspoken.