"I do wanna fly." [ Her voice is filled with longing. She hums softly, almost sweetly, and laughs again. ] "I've always wanted to fly."

[ It's a little convoluted, because she's always thought of that as a metaphor, sort of, but— she remembers wishing she had the right skill to be a flyer, in freshman year. To be launched into the air and feel herself really truly soar. The soft humming continues, as she loses herself in that thought for just a minute. ]

"I like to look for positives. This place is just... it's so dark and dreary, and bad..." [ Still, a floaty quality to her voice, despite her words. ] "It's hard."