[That also gets her to quiet down, and for her little distressed noises to stop. Her tail shifts, curling around her midsection and her hands fall away to her lap, though her gaze refuses to come up again. Her hair is a mess from three days of not brushing it, and it hangs heavy over her face.]

Y-yeah... I remember... I thought we were ok. I brought that Gasfella down and I was so damn happy it was a lot like Kyoto again...