Smiling softly, Tabitha took a sip of her wine. "I wouldn't know," Tabi admitted with a chuckle. She didn't really. Society was a construct she simply didn't fit into well. She could have, she supposed, if she had the desire or could find the effort to care. It didn't seem like something she would enjoy at any rate, though her stepmother often told her (sarcastically of course) that she would find a husband in no time. That may have been true, but at what cost?

"I tend not to participate very often, busy with work." Generally it was her best defense, men tended not to want  a working woman in their lives and she was fine with that. Tabitha rather thought the life if a spinster would suit her just fine, eventually she'd have enough savings to find herself a small flat, even if it had to be in Pennyworth, she would have some independence and her work and that would be that.