[Why had she said that. Now her chest feels all achey inside and her eyes feel watery and she hasn't cried in years and years and she isn't now. She isn't. She jumps over the not-human's head to distract herself.]

Four-four hundred. A while before you, then. But--I made a friend for a while. A human friend. Brendan. It was a nice year.

["My name's Brendan! What's yours?" Aisling takes a deep breath.]

My name is Aisling. What's yours?