[ She tips her head slightly, thoughtfully. It isn't as though they'd spoken much before that point, but he made an impression the first time. So she says, ] Different enough.

[ For her to notice, that is, but that doesn't happen to be a very high bar, given how closely she tends to watch people. Turning at his words, she searches the faces and names, and although she doesn't know for certain which one he means, it still lends a certain solemnity to the explanation. Surely, if it effected him so profoundly, he means she passed away in his world - permanently, in other words. ]

[ When she looks back at him, it's with sad eyes and consolation waiting on her tongue, but then he continues and she lapses back into silence. At first, she almost doesn't realize that he's talking about the conversation they had, but she recognizes it along the way and it's enough to have her looking puzzled before he even gets to the point. That has her head jerking back slightly, expression quickly growing confused. ]

[ At a time like this, when he's recently back from the dead and talking about someone he lost, he... says something to encourage her? ]

[ It's so unexpected that for a second or two, she can only look at him. And then her thoughts catch up with her and she shakes her head, lips pressing together in what would, were the circumstances different, probably be a wry smile. ]

I'm starting to think... you're the one who's good at being friends with people. [ There's plenty of evidence to back that up, after all. He's been good to her, and it strikes her as unlikely that he isn't that way with other people, too. ] What could I possibly have done to remind you of that?