Just because I have other friends doesn't mean we can't be friends! [ She's frustrated now, beginning to pace, throwing her hands up in the air with a loud huff. ] Being close with people isn't some kind of limited club. You can add more without taking others out; it just doesn't work that way.

[ He should know better than her, she thinks! ... Then again, maybe not. Maybe they're two people cut off from the rest of the world for differing reasons, but isolated unto themselves nonetheless.

She looks to him again, frowning slightly. ]

Didn't you have friends when you were a child? Before the war, or after it?

[ It isn't snappy or cruel, as Elizabeth without her soul might have asked. It's almost pleading, in a way: please tell me that you've had a friend before, Booker. ]