The question and the meaning aren't the same. He hasn't been alone. He has friends. He has a boyfriend, even. He has Leia, sort of. He has Finn.

But that's not really what she's asking.

"Yeah." He gave her a rueful, wistful smile. "You're the first of my crew that I've seen. I mean, Finn's here. But you don't even know him, yet. But out of Black Squadron... Yeah. It's just me."

He forced a smile to his lips and put his hands on his hips, though, pushing through the note of depression with bravado:

"Not like I haven't made other friends, though, Jess, come on. Who do you think I am?"