Fair enough. A man can't reveal all his secrets, can he?

[ The truth of the matter is that Sally senses something familiar in this stranger; she's from a broken world of broken people who do broken things. Something in this man feels known to her, like they're authored by the same bitter god.

Much like Joel, she's not one for sharing her true innermost thoughts, either. ]

Maybe you just seem especially sociable to me. Maybe I like the strong and silent type.

[ Maybe she's missing someone too, and talking to strangers does something to quiet the nagging chatter in her brain about missing her infant daughter. ]