She makes the request, firmly, but politely, like her time spent with Xander taught her to do. The teller calls for the manager, both of them looking at her nervously, their voices strained but quiet as they request her paper work in triplicate.
Identity can be fluid.
In Max’s world, emotional distance is a finite resource.
Everything’s changed. Nothing’s changed.
“She devoted her whole life to public service, and public life is diminished by her loss.”