While her attention hadn't been on him to start, she does sniff his way when he responds in that quiet voice. There's something more to that. She can tell. It strikes a chord in her, and it's another brief moment of feeling like they're closer to the same wavelength than she previously thought.

But he acts like he didn't want her to hear that... so she pretends that she didn't.

"Yeah, there's people like that living here," she mutters. People that she sees herself in and wishes she didn't. John and Stephen mostly. It's not fun, knowing they're probably going to crash and burn like she did, and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

The abrupt topic change isn't quite what she expects, but it's better than lingering on this topic. It reminds her that they were talking about something a bit less heavy a few minutes ago.

"Some? No. I know where one is. Mine, to be precise."