Oh, she definitely found him interesting. Intriguing, even. Something about him reminded her of Harry and Thomas in a way she couldn't exactly put her finger on. It wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. It kept her focused, and curious. She wanted to know more about him, where he came from, what he had seen and done in his life.
He'd lived a lot longer than she had. And from the looks of him, he'd lived a lot more fully than she had. She could just imagine the stories he could tell. She'd be captivated for hours, listening to him. The trick would be getting him to open up, because he didn't seem to like talking about himself.
"I'm all right," she told him. "I have shelter, there's plenty of food, and people to talk to." She smiled a little. She was more than pleased to be here talking to him.