At that, Arla actually smiled. It was a bitter, sad smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. She raised the bottle to him in a toast and took a gulp. "Amen to that."
Maybe sharing a basement with this David guy wasn't so bad after all. Maybe she could start to get by with making new friends again. Not that she was automatically latching onto him because he was some kind of Morlock, or... or automatically opening up and deciding they'd be pals. She was a little disconcerted. It had been a long time since she'd had a connection like this with another human being----that first glance, that moment of mutual understanding. It was warm and it was a familiar feeling that she always tried to push away. But this time... this time, she accepted it and her smile warmed and turned pleasant. Twitchy, a little nervous, but... pleasant.