She smiles more fully when he scoots closer, happy to lean her arm against his again, meeting his gaze under her lashes. Her smile turns more muted at the question, but no less warm and genuine. She shakes her head a little. "I don't think so," she says softly after a moment. "You might be mine."

She may be better adjusted socially than Tony, but she doesn't still have any close friends to speak of. If she had to name someone she felt closest to and trusted the most, it would be Tony.