[ she used to be more of a "force air underneath your body in order to fly" kind of gal, but them's the new amsterdam breaks, apparently. though she doesn't miss a beat, daisy does grin a bit (entirely bemused) as her arm loops snugly in with his. it seems they're going all out with the date motif now. she's not complaining. ]

A girl like...? [ a quiet chuckle, a quick shake of her head. she might be quips and bad puns, but there was a time when she might have out-blacked even jason's wardrobe. ] No, I used to live in a van in an alleyway playing vigilante with gang-bangers. The universe is probably punishing me for not cleaning up after myself.

[ a little blase for confessing her raccoon-eyes period? maybe. but she's not ashamed of her choices anymore. can't change the past, so she might as well deal with it. ]