Even the sound of Fancy Zari's life makes her want to break out in hives. She doesn't bother hiding her disgust the thought of thousands gawking at her. "It's less exhausting these days." She admits dryly. No one wants a reminder of the horror show her life used to be. It's easier to gloss over how there's nothing easy about living in her future.

She listens quietly to the rest. As the ancestor here, Zari supposes it's her job to guide her other self to a better relationship with the family. Time to take a stab in the dark. "You two seem cool now. Maybe you just need to see them away from your job." She suggests mildly.