[ Her lips perch, prepared to say a silent 'thank you' before she stops herself and instead watches him with careful eyes. She's not anxious, but she's cautious, she swears she hears a heartbeat but it's not coming from herself.

Her memory doesn't fail her and she remembers clearly who this person is. She fights back the urge to bring a hand to her neck from when she was weak, frail, and unable to protect the other forces of their squad from that unfortunate encounter. ]

That's simply my personality. [ But she pulls back, the heartbeat stops ringing in her ears, and sure enough she shrugs her shoulders and she allows the problems to be temporarily pushed aside. ] You can't expect me to play the terrible trope of a fragile high school girl, I understand why you'd want me to though.

[ Change the subject, she doesn't miss a beat. ]

Are you looking for anything in particular?