No, he was- He's worked under me at the lumber yard for a short time now. In... my own village. He may be pretty, but... he's still... a man, you know.

[Her own... world. She realizes she might have to stop saying "village" as if it were somewhere she could walk to, but. It still comes out that way despite her best efforts.]

But me, I've always lived with my family. Who would want to live alone in a place like this... ?

[Or... was that rude? Sure, there were loner types, and all that, but. Wasn't there strength in numbers? Preferably... non scandalous numbers, but still.]