"Yeah!" says Johnny, sitting up straighter, now reasonably sure they're talking about the same person. "Yeah, she was my first friend here. I met her when she came through and we kind of shacked up in a hotel together for a while. They - uh, she -" Great, good job Johnny. God. He clears his throat. "She saved my life a couple times."

He presses forward, eager to cover that weird pronoun slipup. "Have you seen her recently? Is she okay?"