[Dee bites her lip] I'm sorry. I -- I don't even know what I'd do if I were alone for centuries, with nobody to talk to. It sounds miserable. [and makes her glad she wasn't sentient for her 70-year wait in that abandoned mine]

[after a moment, she adds] Do -- do you want me to help you find some fish? [she'd offer him something else to eat, but she's not sure where the nearest restaurant is -- nor what he might even like]