[she sighs and looks down for a moment] It was. One minute, I was an adult, free to do as I pleased. The next? Back to being a kid again and not being taken seriously. I had to--had to go to locals the first few months. That was often. Unpleasant.

[hers, too, into a wry smile]

Mmm-hmm. Talk about how strong and powerful they are, follow it up with another glass of fifteen-year-old scotch, and they're eating out of the palm of your hand.