"I wouldn't say that," Cordy countered, but she frowned, seeing his logic although she didn't want to. "You think that way, you'd never have anybody around here." It was a sobering thought, but a valid worry. She shrugged it off. "Anyway, you could get friendly with someone only for them to be--...I don't know, sacrificed by demons, a day later."
She had to laugh, finding genuine humor in the situation. "I promise this is our first meeting," she reassured him. "I would have remembered this, no question about it." But he had another good point, and it was a sobering one. So-called friends of the other version of herself could theoretically crawl out of the woodwork, gain her trust only to screw her over. Stranger things had happened in L.A.
"Who knows, anymore?" she replied to the rhetoric question, casting a glance over her shoulder as if the said PTB were listening in. "I guess it doesn't matter, when so much of what we do down here depends on them."