Not your friend, my dear, but a friend of a friend. Perhaps a friend of a friend of a friend, I'm not sure how it all works. Rest assured that I don't know much more than your name.
I would share more, but I have been instructed by the big muscley man to 'Go away', and I tend to follow the instructions of men (or women!) who could crush me with their pectorals. Perhaps we will meet again.