One Way Left

[Remnant]

Jessica smiles, drawing a single leg up to her chest despite sitting in a chair. Nodding quickly. "Rogue business, laid back business, that does sound sorta interesting. Although heck, even I wouldn't want to be stuck doing the same thing for seventy years or hopefully more of my life. Don't plan on having it end early, nor do I think anyone in their right mind would want to do."

Pausing for a second, tilting her head curiously. "What about aspirations, eh? I'm sure you feel the same, at least if you started thinking about it. Doing the same thing for so long may begin to get a little old, may as well get things done while you're young since you have the chance still. Have you ever put any thought in what you'd like to do elsewhere? Any specific skills you're good at?"

Stopping, recoiling slightly at her own words. "Ehh. Jeeze, I just realized how much this sounds like an interrogation. I apologize, I don't mean it to sound that way. It's just sorta when I get going, I don't like to stop."