[ Good thing the bowling alley isn't sentient... probably. It can't judge them for momentarily abandoning the game to reminisce over the absence of friends.
Someone to trust one's life with, well, that's a inclination she has as well. Thus it's a pleasure to hear her opponent talk about someone like that for him. The description in itself is obviously charming since her mouth quirks upwards into a lopsided smirk. ]

I'd be honored to meet this friend of yours. Something tells me we'd get along swimmingly if she were here.

[ Prompted to recall her own situation the memories of the moment before she'd arrived return to the forefront of Lenore's mind. It had been a dire situation that left many of her friends fighting for her sake. Lenore's face falls, guilt unbidden. ]

I'd say so. Duke, Morella, Pluto, Eulalie, Berenice... and Annabel. Time and time again I've trusted them with my life, too. [ Wistful sigh. ] ...I hope they're all doing alright.