The sound of oncoming footsteps snapped Lammy out of her trance, prompting her to look up at the person who'd approached her. "Hello," she said, holding her guitar to herself like a security blanket. "Do you have a question?"

They were backstage after a show, another band picking up where MilkCan had left off. Lammy was worn out, hungry, and stressed, her mind struggling to think of anything besides her fatness. Still, she smiled at what she assumed to be a fan.