Does she know he's lying? No - no, of course not. She isn't a mind reader and she's feverish and drunk as well. But in the back of her mind, or perhaps the voice is in her feet - she can't tell any more - it whispers in slurs that something's missing. She pays it no heed. Later, she'll remember this conversation as a haze between dreaming and reality, mixing imaginings of Sigma's descriptions with his words.

"Do you think so?" She's doubtful. She can't see herself being friends with Sigma's son, really. Not for any particular reason... just because. Because she doesn't seem to keep friends very well.

She curls up a little, pulling her knees up to her chest, and despite her headache and how hot she feels, and how damp her skin is, she shivers.