Jim used to complain about us having to take his beer out of the fridge to fit it all in.

[She regrets the words as soon as they're out of her mouth, because she knows what her expression must be like right now, sad and a little wistful.

She misses them, she misses that, even if she's mostly happy where she is now. It feels like a lifetime ago, living in the Housing building with Ellie and Jim and Bones.

The shove draws her back to the present.]

You're lucky to have me as a friend.

[but she's clearly playing.]