"I think it hits too close, for him. Like his friend Mal. And my being brought back was very unexpected. We both thought it was the end. Getting a second chance like this, it kind of forces you to make the most of every moment."

She drinks her own wine, and glances over at him, aiming for something less heavy to discuss.

"You know, it's different with you, because you, by your nature, demand he give up his ridged self control, his sense of order. You are more wild than he is, yet very sure of yourself in that wildness. He feigns being annoyed or grumpy, because he likes the game. You chase him. If he doesn't run a little, it's not as satisfying when you catch him."