How could these two people, perfect strangers less than a week ago, be more supportive and concerned and emotionally invested in her than the people who were supposed to be her friends? Friends that had ignored her for the most horrifying two weeks of her life while she turned into the town whackjob and had her brain practically possessed by a dead werewolf who subjected her to constant torment until she helped bring him back to life.

"Okay." To everything. It couldn't be anything but okay with these two around. But she still didn't know them that well. Her brow furrowed slightly as she thought about it. She had questions. Lots of them.

"How... old are you, Daneel?"