“So, what’s your name?" Jack asked her.

“Names, ha,” she scoffed, “Names aren’t important.”

Jack stood silently, attempting to get a read on her mannerisms. There was something different about this one. He didn’t quite know what to make of it.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Jack asked her, nodding his head toward the glass door, a gathering of people inside drinking cocktails convivially.

“I have not really even thought about that. It’s just what we do is it not? You know, human beings, just biding time, moving through these motions. I don’t quite know how to answer your question, I guess. I have not felt an aversion to it.”

Ok, this one was definitely different. There were very few that recognized and conceptualized these roles, but she did. It was as if she knew that she was just playing the role that they wanted her too, but didn’t seem to question it or find discomfort in it. She knew, though. How was she able to comprehend? Jack began to feel slight panic but maintained his composure.