"You did that drawing of Rey, right? It was good," she says. "I draw too, but I'm not as good as you." That's not really true; she's pretty good, she just doesn't feel like her art is that great. Most of her art these days is sketched in her journal and tends to be morbid. But all her sketches of people she's met here are good likenesses.

"Who taught me?" she repeats, stalling. "Oh, just a friend." There's not much convincing in that lie, but she struggles to talk about Joel at the best of times.

"Who taught you?"