[ Ellever makes a thoughtful, indistinct noise in the back of her throat. Trying to make small talk with people when she'd been alive had been a struggle. Part of her odd wardrobe had been a personal choice, but maybe some of it had been trying to keep people at bay. ]

I guess it would be. I think it's easier here in Beacon, anyway. We all have a lot of... basic things in common. We all have the same struggles. Or a lot of similar struggles, at the very least. Makes it easy to strike up a random conversation if we have to.

[ Her smile broadens, and she shrugs. ]

But you are good at talking to people.