Yeah, I'm not too worried. If she ever does the research, and returns, on a day I'm working, and before her eventual heart attack, I can always say that's what tarp means in my local dialect, and if she asks any more questions, I can tell her I'm not comfortable discussing my life story with a customer.  Or I can just tell her to fuck off and die, since this is my second job, and I only work it for some extra cash.