Had she currently hackles, they would be raised. Alas, the default shape lacks this important communicative feature, among others. She could have a house. Does she even want a house? She's never lived in one.

"I like that there's community," Ylva says, without making eye contact. "I like it, it's a good thing. I just. I don't know. I don't know how to live in a city. It's... loud. And cramped."

And, goes the second part of that objection, she's alone, and dealing with both is impossible.

"So it's just better this way, it's fine."