“It is,” she said, shooting a sideways smile, still not exactly flirtatious. She considered his situation. She supposed, from a human perspective, that being here, adrift, all alone while those you cared about were back “home” would be excessively traumatic. She wasn’t human, though. She’d been on her own for years and she’d never once felt lonely. However, the longer she thought about it, the more she realized that she was more than relieved that Dean was here. When she thought about facing solitude again, she shied away from it almost instinctively. True, she was alone now. She’d refused to go home and would continue to steer clear until she could be sure she wouldn’t be tracked, but it wasn’t quite the same.
“I got lucky, I guess,” she said at last, watching her toes as she dug them into the wet sand, projecting an air of vulnerability. “I arrived with a friend,” she paused after the word friend. It felt strange in her mouth. She didn’t have friends. “Can’t go see him though. It’s not safe.” She met his gaze with a serious expression. The key to being a good liar was to use as much truth as possible, and she was an excellent liar. At the moment, she had no reason to think Quinn would be a good ally, but she also had no reason to think he wouldn’t be.