I'd argue being a one-armed, one-eyed vagabond is learning precisely to survive on your own.

[ The world was pretty damn cold, after all, to those who struggled to fend for themselves. That was one of the first lessons that was burned into her, after her world had changed in that attack. ]

For anything social, I usually just hit up a bar or a brothel...

[ Which were, by nature, transactional and transient. She was never certain if she actually preferred things that way, or if it was just convenient... ]