The bottle is an interesting touch. She downs her own drink before placing the glass back down for a refill.

“I suppose it’s wise to know your strengths.” But she’s still getting to know Sharky, so her assessment of his intelligence is still ongoing. “I’m not certain I know either.” She tries to will up a memory that might tell her, but she has none.

It’s a sad thing to feel that no one would miss you, but if she’s honest, would anyone miss her? She doesn’t like the idea of it and pushes it back as well. She also suppresses her desire to mention her daughter because there’s no good way to explain it without revealing too much. “I’m sure they would if they knew to. Most everyone I know is dead, so it’s hard to say if anyone would notice.”