[That smile flickers a little. It doesn't vanish entirely; Nana looks thoughtful, rather than angry. Even if she feels a little annoyed. She breaks eye contact, the way she tends to when she's thinking something through.]

Maybe, but... the world expects us to be mean--mm, no, not mean, but professional and pragmatic. [She's an actress, so she changes her voice for each; drops an octave, makes herself more nasal, adopts a rougher or more refined way of speaking, to make it clear she means different people are saying these things.] "The world is ending." "We have to take this seriously." "There isn't time to enjoy things." "Smile if you survive." "With how bad things are getting, there isn't time to be happy."

[She tugs on her hair. Later, she'll realize that was entirely too honest, too much like how she really thinks. She shouldn't be saying things like that.

But, here she is.]

People expect us to be nice. But... they expect us to be gracefully miserable, too. I'd rather be nice and try to be happy.