"Oh, yeah, they totally do." She sighs, and speaks slowly. "There's a sickness where I'm from. The world is full of empty-ass houses and towers and towns just like this. That's what I'm saying. There's a reason they're gone."

But that's depressing. She'd rather laugh at him drinking the preserves. It's more fond than mocking. "Pineapples! I always drink the juice before I open the whole can. There's fruit inside." She thinks about it. "I guess they don't have those where you're from... or cans... I dunno."