Carlita couldn't understand not wanting to let anyone close to you. Even on a superficial level, she was always surrounded by people. There was always a boy with a beer and a cheeky wink, always someone to dance with. She hated loneliness with a passion. When he switched to Spanish she nodded vehemently "Now you're getting it, huh? Back home...I have a huge family. Never ending! It's better that way. In this place even more so, with the demons in the night that want to eat us. It's scary. You need someone to rely on, to hold your hand."
She grinned again, switching back from her serious comforting voice to the bubbly flirtatiousness she was used to. "So. Forget it. No girl for you, in Las Vegas? Tsk-tsk, I never believe."