She raises her brows at Henry, both curious and a little reserved. It isn't that she's against having friends, but she only really has three, and they're all here because she never needed them or had the option of getting them at home. There are no other children in the base underneath the Alps, not even considering what's going on systematically in other places not horribly far from where she'd lived. The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas her life is not.

"What happened to your mother?" she asks. The offer of friendship is one she still hasn't quite learned to talk about. It feels too new to have words go with it yet.