Joan sighs, and makes a raspberry on the exhale-- not at Beth or the idea in particular, just a general, bored flapping of the lips. "I have. It's... different. I'm not trying to get all weird; we're the same species and everything. But the world is weird about tall girls the way it's weird about guys with slim wrists, you know? Not- not the same way- I mean, sometimes, but- ugh."