"Well shit, that's actually a good one. Who the hell has a favorite number?" Jane is working her way through a plate of tacos, figuring she might as well get a meal in while making the heavily encouraged NAP appearance. "Word of advice, kid. Don't ask or answer personal questions at these things. People are watching." She pauses to bite into a grilled shrimp taco.

"My favorite number's 63. Because fuck if I know why but I answered the question, good enough. What's yours? Go ahead."

She may sound paranoid but that's nothing new for her.