[Man, this is some kind of nerve-wrecking. Therapy isn't really a thing back in her world, even with the extremely dangerous and traumatic scope of work Heroes do, and their own training deals with. Counseling is available, sure, but it's not heavily advertised, nor is it cheap. Hero society just glosses over the hardships of that type of lifestyle, promoting only what it views as "proper" to feed the machine.

Thus, Ochako really isn't prepared to share much of anything, let alone with a complete stranger. It feels weird, and she fidgets and wrings her hands together, not quite meeting his eye.]

N-No, I mean...aging. Physically aging. I-It's nearly been a year since I came here, and I've seen people come and go before - a lot of my very close friends, actually - and I've been worrying about how long I'm going to be stuck here. Just because time supposedly stops back in our worlds, doesn't mean it stops here. Am I going to be an adult by the time I go back home? Will anyone even know who I am, if I'm older?