Loss is an old friend.

[ She answers bluntly. Her eyes once again leaves him to look at the table below. Carefully and neatly, she divides the containers on the table, putting the sushi on Gale's side and giving it almost a wistful look. ]

My brother liked sushi. I never understood why, much like how I never understood why he liked whisky so much. How things have changed...

[ She reminisces, smiling softly as her seat hovered back to give her space to sit on it. ]