Disappointment tugged at the old womanâ€™s countenance when the ruckus was silenced which she did her best to mask by taking another sip of her drink. She sighed and commented in a quiet tone so that only the young man sitting next to her could hear, â€œOh well. I suppose it is against the rules to start a fight in a public placeâ€¦â€ A small shrug was given afterwards and she turned her attention away from the now smaller group of people around the billiards table. If the man was interested in writing about odd things then he should have allowed them to continue; she wondered if he was an irritable person when he was drunk. If he was then this was really going to be an interesting night, oh she was already beginning to feel more excited by the moment which was odd for her.  She normally gave the impression of being casual or nonchalant.<br/><br/>He had also mentioned having a â€˜dumb ass lifeâ€™ which had also interested her but not as much. A lot of people have told her how much they hated their lives, which was why they allowed her to help them change their lives. What could possibly be so shitty about this manâ€™s life? What really made him stand out from the rest? More than anything she really wanted to find out and started looking him over to see if she could find some hints. She enjoyed analyzing things, the old woman needed that stimulation, it was almost key to her very survival, if she didnâ€™t have that stimulation she might drive herself insane assuming she has not become insane already.<br/><br/>The old womanâ€™s eyes met the young manâ€™s while he asked his question, brow arched. He really wanted to know about her? That was something that amused her. Over the many years she has visited this bar only a small handful of people have ever asked her to share information about herself with them. â€œYou really want to know about me? Well I suppose it wouldnâ€™t hurt, it would be rude of me not to share anything with you. After all you did accept my company,â€ she threw a wry smile his way and chuckled. â€œMost people donâ€™t care to hear the ramblings of an old woman. Young people these days donâ€™t seem to appreciate the elderlyâ€¦â€ There was a bit of a pause as she thought about what she had just said. It was true that not many people cared about their elderly, right? People usually threw them in nursing homes or in hospitals if they thought them crazy enough to be placed.<br/><br/>Even now humans would always be so strange in her eyes. They claim to love people they wouldnâ€™t hesitate to throw away.<br/><br/>With another shrug and a smirk she simply continued as if such thoughts were not on her mind, â€œIâ€™ve seen many things, young man, though that shouldnâ€™t come as a surprise, you can say I do a bit of research for a living. Psychology to be exact. I donâ€™t really have a family; in fact I never knew my true parents. Iâ€™m sure I have siblings somewhere but I never bothered to look for them.â€ It was all pretty true for the most part. She was an interesting individual and her past was a lot more complicated than that. For example, she left out that whatever siblings she had would probably devour her if she were to ever meet up with any of them and the fact that her â€˜parentsâ€™ hadnâ€™t really been. Her little â€˜studyâ€™ of Psychology was probably the more straightforward thing she has said even if she was not, technically, lying about anything.