[ It's a little curious, she supposes, but not worth the trouble of pushing someone away to satisfy her interest. It's a sad kind of story all on its own; either he's good at compartmentalizing or he's had his own share of sadness he's encountered. Like responds to like sometimes, she's found, but that's his business.

For his trouble, he gets a wiggle of her fingers in a silly kind of wave. ]

Yep, that's me. There were a little over a dozen of us.

[ 'Were' is doing the heavy lifting on that one. ]

Aaaaand now I'm here. So unless the others have shown up [ and she hasn't seen them yet ] then I think our numbers are technically down again.

[ On the technicality that she's here and not dead. She hopes. Does being here mean she's dead? Does it matter? She felt the impact of arrival and was quite injured, and she's still breathing, so unless she's hallucinating the whole being-alive part, she's going to go with the idea that she's alive. ]

What about you? Where're you from?