[ she believes it. though it does make her wonder about vampires here. if any of the displaced are vampires, would they lose their... vampire-y abilities? do they need blood? she spends the walk to the diner contemplating vampires and taking in the walk. ]

[ she slips into the diner, cases the tables, and spots a very familiar face, looking only slightly older than the last time she saw him. she slides into the seat opposite him, raising her eyebrow. ]

You sure you're 95? I promise I won't be weirded out if you're secretly over 100. It won't even be the oldest I know.