"Yeah, I'm not a chain-smoking, grey-haired grandmother, knocking back on a rocking chair," Sara answered, her voice sounding less strained as she fell back on good old sarcasm. "But, y'know, we're out there. Young retirees."
She took a long swig on the drink. It felt good, refreshing and much-needed. Just the one, though, Harlowe reminded herself.
"But, it's...nice, having spare time. Uh...hobbies, and such fill the time." Totally. All of those recreational activities. "Would would you recommend for fun around here?" the ex-soldier enquired.
She hoped the veering of the conversation was subtle enough. Now wasn't the time to talk about her history; particularly not with a stranger. Safe topics were...better. Besides she did want to know what there was to do in the city; she was going to need to occupy her time here somehow.