"Growing my garden, cooking some crepes, you know--the usual." She smiles, but her head ducks away at the same. "What everyone does to make home sweet home."

Especially when they're stuck with it.

"Hey, what about you? Being here." She looks around, tapping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "Either my can drifted or the climate's sure changed. Whew!" She fans her face--literally turning her hand into a fan. ...Yep. "Not very comfortable, if you ask me."