[It's true that there's more hostility to the place in her words and tone than might be normal, even forgoing all of the shenanigans that got them involved in things unawares. She sees a barrier that threatens the very important things she'd once promised. It's dark in the false night, but there are lights around the bar and a gentle flow reflecting off of the water; in her eyes, that light is almost desperate.]

I won't drag them in too far with me if I can help it. [She know that even with all of them being trapped in the same circumstances, there are some who are most bystander than others. Involving people who haven't made the choice to be involved wouldn't sit well.]

... Still, it seems like it's been so long for me since I had that. [There's something dreadfully deep low in the way she says it as she looks out at the distant, projected sea. Loneliness scratches the back of her throat. Just how long will she walk alone?] Smalltalk's not always my style, so thanks for that.