".....I'm me, not Bruce Wayne. And I can cope. Especially when I'm staying busy. The forests outside the wall are all managed, for wood, but are currently pretty un-crowded, by the way. It being winter, and all. 'S private-ish and relatively close. If you don't wanna go there though, wouldn't blame ya."

"Wouldn't mind going somewhere more private, yeah," she says, in the local tongue once again.  "And it's not like I spawned here, I'm enough used to forests that I don't mind them all that much.  ...Anyway - avoidance is not a healthy coping mechanism.  I say, like a hypocrite."

She disturbs her robe-thing, more of a traveller's cloak than an academic's, just enough to reveal an orange and white tail from the right angle for a moment.

"...To continue swerving around mental potholes. If my information is reliable we can't have kids. Ever. Which I regard as a good thing. Not that I'm going to, say, test it ever. I can't exactly pop down to fucking Ace Hardware," pronounced in English, "or Radio Shack or the local library anymore either but otherwise distraction has worked so far. And they do have libraries here still. I've done courier work. I have giant fucking wings in my werewolf form, which is strange but fun. If tiring. And I made some furniture, and sold it, so that's a viable plan too. Had that as a hobby, I'm pretty sure, before tee em. So I'm in a stable situation overall, I think."

She nods, and puts her notes away with a bit of applied telekinesis as she follows her new friend(?) off to the woods.

"Good to hear that spelled out in so many words.  I'm not sure I explicitly knew that before now, come to think.

"Glad you've got something to live on, too.

"I don't have all that much in terms of earnings, myself; I've been trying to pluck some low-hanging fruit at the intersection of physics and magic, but that means that I've been busy studying above all else.  Though I do help out the nice girl who's been hosting me.

"...By the way, d'you know about how kitsune can smell evil?  Of a specific sort, not just, all evil ever, but there's cursed shit.  Some very cursed shit.  Mostly to do with 'Tirran Empire' ruins - dear gods, why did that even become a thing, we were supposed to have stopped having fucking Empires sometime in our millennium, not...  turn around a squizillion years later and make an Empire from nothing - but cursed shit is like nuclear fallout.  Gets everywhere."

"You mean curse energy? I think we just... Can. There's a lot of it in untrammeled wilds. Best to just go around. And well, perhaps the capitalism has infected me. Career... Careeeeer... Moneyyyyyy..." She affects a zombie groan.