[For a moment, it almost seems like nothing he's doing or saying registers with her. Then something seems to snap, her focus coming crashing back to reality all at once. And oh, she's surprised to see him standing there. She jumps in surprise, stumbling back a little like she's recoiling away from him. It's not that she means to do it, or that she's actually afraid of him. But having moments where it's hard to tell what's real and what's not leaves her feeling on edge.]
I'm sorry.
[She quickly apologizes, always feeling the need to excuse taking up space. Particularly space where other people frequently use. She knows she's just been standing out here in the way.]
I didn't mean to worry you or anything. I'll be okay.
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I'm sorry.
[She quickly apologizes, always feeling the need to excuse taking up space. Particularly space where other people frequently use. She knows she's just been standing out here in the way.]
I didn't mean to worry you or anything. I'll be okay.
[It's the first lie she's told in years.]