"Old fashioned? I'm the modern-est of the modern, baby." She hands Tally the cola, then uses the edge of the counter to crack the cap off her beer one-handed so she doesn't have to untangle their fingers. "Maybe literally, since nobody else seems to be from times with like, space travel, or a dead sun. Anyway--anger wasn't even really the goal. I wanted her to, like. Remember she was you."