[She actually looks slightly embarrassed as she turns to face Xion, but doesn't draw away from her skeleton friend.]

Sometimes.

[She's not quite sure what to say about it. She used to like to go to warehouse parties. Flashing lights and loud electronic music, inebriated people all pressed together in a big sweaty, heaving mass where no one cared or noticed too much if they were touched. She liked to pick people up at places like that. Use them, ditch them, rinse and repeat.]

...She wanted to.