[ The fact she's saying it while indulging a stranger in coffee-and-avoiding-the-rain conversation is more meaningful to Lior than the comment itself. Not that he could lay all the meaning out. It doesn't do to draw precise conclusions immediately, no matter how clean the initial information looks. But it does count for something, for the internal and invisible calculations most people think of as instinct. He only listens, drinking every now and then as the coffee has finally reached what he considers optimal temperature, letting the information come in and settle without giving any appearance of mulling over it.

Which he isn't. Not right now, possibly not even in the near future. He's more than willing to leave his life's work and only purpose behind its neatly closed door, so long as it feels appropriate. ]

Well, yes. Nothing more galling than being literally decrepit and falling apart, on top of all the new music and slang and young people refusing to work for free.