His smile is met with a polite one of her own as she sits down in front of him, only a well crafted fake to someone skilled in the art of deception. Untrained eyes saw nothing amiss, saw something bright and true, but actors know actors, and she's less in practice than she'd like to be. No matter, give it time and she'll remember all the old tricks. She'll remember how to isolate the self from the show, and then it will be so invisible she might even fool herself.

Category wise, it's simple. Money wasn't something she cared too much about, and as for love, that was already a settled subject. So that narrowed it to two.

"Let's try self."

Because conflict, she thinks, will rear its head soon enough.