[His reaction throws her. She visibly stutters on a blink, a sort of dazed double-take, as a wry grin twitches at the edges of her lips.]

[She shuts her eyes and leans against a wooden beam, taking a long moment to collect herself - reflexively - then, by the look of the tightness of her posture that follows her having done so, almost stopping herself from giving herself any space to breathe, emotionally or otherwise, before ... deliberately forcing herself to take some time to do so.]

[Eventually, she shakes her head, a small smile playing on her face. It even crinkles her eyes.]

... hah. Maybe ... I am misunderstanding the situation I'm in, a little. You actually sound like you mean that.

[She takes a long breath, lets it out, settles herself back against her shoulder.] You'll have to forgive me. I don't trust easily.

Especially not when I'm surrounded by constant evidence that I'm at the mercy of people with enough power at their fingertips they could probably disappear me without a trace, if they wanted to.

[He seems sincere. She's taking a risk putting that thought out where everyone can see it besides Robbie, but she figures his reaction's about as important here in terms of defining what they will do about that as anything she just said.]

Anyone ... including me ... can put effort into sounding kind. It doesn't mean you are.