We're... eh. [ In general, friendship is something that's difficult— a sore spot, actually, which makes her reluctant to want to talk about it. She turns to the other two girls, halfway to the other door, and leans against the edge of a desk. ] He's the one I talk to the most, I guess. Most people leave me alone, especially after I... you two weren't there when it happened.

[ As she thought, talking about herself is hard. She sort of hates it. Who likes talking about themselves, especially when it does feel like an interrogation still instead of genuine interest. ]

I was a student here before, and I made it a little longer than the rest of you. That's the only reason I know more about things.