Juliet feels like he's expecting her to have made friends with half the island, and she looks down a little, a very small smile on her lips as she makes patterns on the surface with one of her fingers. "I know five people well. It used to be seven, but two of them disappeared. And one of the five is you."

She's never been one for throwing herself out there, and she gives a little shrug. "Making an island softball team would be fun, help us both get to know people. I'm more of a 'curl up with a good book' kind of person myself, but books only cure loneliness for so long."

There's silence for too long; she realizes she gave too much, and she sips at her coffee. "Maybe between us there's enough people to toss a ball around with."