"Oh my God, they're all amazing," she admits. "The Who!" She turns around, points to the middle of her back. "I had to jam them between Led Zeppelin and Hendrix, but they're on me." She grins. "I'm a basketball girl, but hockey boys are hot....sometime I'd love to come watch you play." And she's not about to spoil the dreamy floatiness she's got going on to ask about the shit going on with his family. "And I have to many little hobbies." She gestures around herself, at the stacks of self-help books, the half-finished knitting projects and the row of plants sitting potted by the windowsill. "They help me take my mind off of shit."