"It's in the fridge." Bones only had beer. She wasn't a big drinker, and she was usually even more frightening drunk than she was when she was sober. She watched Angela rummaging through her cupboards and wondered about how Angela could have just spoken to her when she had been here for months and hadn't talked to anyone.
"I really don't think this is something connected with the FBI, at least if it is I don't know anything about it. As far as our old lives... I certainly hope we'll be able to go back some day." Bones loved Angela, but she also loved the rest of her friends, and life just wasn't complete without them, or her brother and father.