I'm not worried. [There's a blend of confidence and determination in her words. It might even be more than that: Whatever she see sin her future, whatever goal she's set her sights on, the option to not pursue it until she succeeds or dies simply is not there. That part of her was swallowed by the abyss long ago.]

Good for you, though, remaining yourself despite all this place throws at you. [It's dizzying, resplendent, fake - an absolute denial of reality. Not much of a stretch to see how it could overwrite reality for people who wanted to deny their own.] Everyone starting to think like a local? That'd be a problem. [More soberly:] It would be lonely to know you're one of the last standing.