"The what?" The words are out of her mouth before she's even started to process just what Venus had said. The 18 -- okay. Joke. (Look, things are weird even for her. She's almost second-guessing everything on instinct now.)

Still, she laughs. At least she's not dealing with that kind of crap. It also might be because hanging out in the District lounge is comparatively lame to what she could be doing. Which, really, amounted to... riding elevators.

She had to enjoy electricity while it lasted. Julie knew where humanity was gonna end up again. (She hoped it didn't.)

"District Alliance?" She turns an eyebrow up, realizing she must sound idiotic, parroting everything. Is that, like, District solidarity? Because she could probably do better. Nothing personal, twelve.