"Well, good for you," she tells him, in all earnestness. Therapy can take a lot out of a person, she knows, depending on how they're feeling. "And I'm not trying to be flippant or anything. Therapy is...well, it's a good thing, and I'm glad it helped you." She feels like, given everything she's experienced lately, and given the history of her own family, therapy might not be a bad idea for herself. "If we were in the 18th century, I would be excommunicated. Or hanged, maybe." She grins back, pointing at her stomach. "They weren't so big on unwed mothers, back then. So I'm glad we're not. In the 18th century, I mean."

"What about cars makes you happy? What draws you to them?" She asks, genuinely curious.