How did he know her so well? He hadn't met her all that long ago. For a man who claimed to not understand people, or this world, he knew her better than most. Even the Doctor, the cloned version who was so very similar to the one she'd loved so deeply, even he couldn't quite understand her anymore. She'd changed considerably, making those trips through dimensions, tearing apart time to get back to where she'd been. To try and make things right. She'd been in the middle of places, of worlds that no one here in Lawrence could even imagine. It had hardened her, made her colder. But never less compassionate. What happened the day that switched off? Those people who loved her, who cared about her, would they still?
It was too much to think about and she allowed him to lead her to the couch. She sank into the cushions willingly, letting the warmth surround her. Why couldn't they go fighting the Apocalypse in the spring? It was cold already and, being Kansas, would likely only get colder.
She even gave a little smile as he mentioned that he wasn't used to having to survive on his own. "Must've been nice," she teased, her eyes following him to the kitchen. She curled up, tucking her knees beneath her as she shifted so she could watch him work. He had great hands. Long and nimble. Good with the bow, better with the sword. When had she started judging men by the weapons they used and their skill with them? That was new. "Mum and I, we struggled growing up. She was a hairdresser, doing hair for the ladies in our area of the city out of our flat so she could stay home and take care of me. Wasn't until we ran into an alternate version of my dad who happened to be filthy rich that either of us knew what it was like to have people do things for us."
Somehow it was easier, talking about things at the Estate. He likely didn't have a clue what she was talking about, nine hundred years between them and all. Maybe he didn't even care, the menial parts of her younger life. But she wasn't talking about the fight she'd just waged outside, and she wasn't talking about Martha, and maybe it was easier this way.