"No, dude, my real mom," she says with a laugh, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow as they walk. "My mom's the only part of her that actually did anything. Shoshana is the only alter who ever bothered to pretend she had a job and she really just sat around and talked about nothing. My mom's an artist. She paints and does sculptures, stuff like that. She's really good, actually, but she didn't get the chance to do it much when she was transitioning so often. She wasn't exactly super reliable."

She pauses for a long moment, then grins again as they enter the pawn shop. "Plus, one time when she was doing this mural for this woman, one of her alters took a knife and scratched 'die yuppie cunt' on in, so, you know, people were kind of reluctant to hire her after that." It makes her a little sad, knowing how important that mural had been to her mom, but it's not like it's the only terrible thing the alters have done. "But even if one of the alters was the artist, I still have totally great taste."