"Oh god, sorry!" she said quickly, feeling terrible for being up something so potientially painful. "Just forget a said anything, yeah? Although...if you could have a birthday would you want one, do you think? I've been thinking I might just celebrate my deathday from now on, but it's like one level it's probably less depressing than celebrating my birthday because well I'm not going to get any older now, am I? But on the other it might be viewed as a bit...morbid? What do you think?"
Oh and wasn't in love with Mitchell, bt she had to amdit she did sort of love him, in a completely platonic way. But he was her best friend, he's looked after her and stood up for her when she needed it, just like George had. She loved them both really, but it didn't mean anything. "You didn't have any close friends back home then?" she asked, "or here?" She'd been here long enough before Mitchell and later George had sown up to be able to imagine how lonely that sort of thing would be. "Now?" she questioned, not that she was against the idea at all. "Okay cool." She followed him, pausing only when he did. "Yeah, did I not mention that? It's not a problem, is it?" she asked, sounding a little worried.