[ You can't confiscate this drink because she's already done with it!! Aside from a light brush of color to her cheeks, she doesn't seem overly affected. Though she does bob her head to agree with his assessment a few more times than strictly necessary.

His question is a little odd to her though; she feels the answer should be self-evident. Maybe Eustace doesn't have very many friends himself? She wouldn't be able to judge him for it. She knows more than most people that it can be very difficult. ]

Yes, terribly. I only had a few... and I can't say they were all good people, but they were good to me when they didn't have to be.

[ Her fingers fidget at the empty glass in her hands, spinning it round and round. It's hard to speak of the people she knew as it they might be dead. She still expects them to show up out of the blue someday, riding on a wave of commotion.

A thought crosses her mind, and the gate that would normally keep it confined to her mind is now boozily ajar. ]

A bit like you, Mr. Eustace... though I'm not sure if you're interested in making friends.