[ Anything she was going to say floats out of her head the moment his hand is placed on hers. Her body jerks, and her gaze snaps over to him, staring in shock while she's mid-bite. Why is he asking about her? Aren't they focusing on him?

She quickly swallows down what was in her mouth, then lets out a weak laugh with a shrug. Her hand has yet to move away, however. ]

What do you mean? It's probably just the alcohol. I'm new to this, remember?

[ Hell if she's going to tell the truth. She doesn't need to show any more weakness than she already has. Things were fine. She was fine! ]

Don't worry. I probably need to lie down soon, like I said. [ The rest of her croissant is tossed back to join the others. What bit of hunger she had is fading. ] I feel kind of weird.

[ Now she pulls her hand away, placing it in her lap. ] Anyway! What's your dream?

[ Back to him! Away from her! There is no discomfort here! ]