She shrugged and glanced at him from the side. He was impressive side. Arms as thick as tree trunks and a hammer that could smash the head of a bull. She brought her arms in front of her body and rubbed one of her arms, almost if she was cold. "I don't know. I miss my friends. But I guess it's more. This place feels dead sometimes. Empty streets." They felt especially empty when she was lonely. She recognised so many places that reminded her of the life she had had.