"I believe that is what the kids call it," Beverly says with a laugh. Truthfully, she still feels, and has always felt, a bit out of step with the other people her age in Darrow. She's at least not as violently unpopular as she was back in Derry, but with twenty years between the world she remembers and the time she's in now, she doesn't quite fit among her peers. Then again, the life she's had would probably accomplish that, too. Still, at least she's not completely clueless. It's hard not to pick up on things that she hears all the time.

"And hey, size doesn't have anything to do with it. I can't help if if I'm just that good." Smiling as they step outside, she feels lighter than she has in a while now. It's a nice break from the shit that so often rattles around her head.