Johanna keeps her head up, acting like she's above all of it when really, she just prefers to ignore the people working here because she does, too. She needs to somehow keep herself separate from them, because she's not like them -- mainly because they're not like her and haven't had to live through what she has. Johanna glances up to order her regular, the gin being handed to her with a glass filled with ice cubes.

"It boils down to this," she starts, "you wandered through a door and managed to find the fucked up back door of luxury. If you're lucky, you can figure out which door takes you back and avoid it."