[a flustered sound, punctuated by a scoff. a bit of frizzy hair appears in a corner of her camera before vanishing as she fidgets on her end.]

I'm no leader, so sorry. Every other person who talks to me tends to regret it one way or another anyway, so, like. No. I'm lucky I even have friends at this point, so I'm not entirely sure I buy this whole...future me is my future.

I think she's just a different possibility entirely.