[ She doesn't withdraw from his invasion of space but she isn't happy about it either. Her eyes narrow and she doesn't break eye contact, no instead she holds his gaze furiously. But her body is betraying her intent, her fingers touching each other rhythmically--an old habit that was keeping her temper in check.]

No one ever has to, or wants to. But they don't have to, I don't bluff about these things--I told you that, darling.

And what can they be afraid of?

[ She opens her mouth, and closes it. About to add, 'I'm the one who has the right to be afraid.' But she doesn't, why would she say that to a stranger. Instead she whips around, almost slapping him her hair in a huff.

He's getting on Kamui's nerves, all of these assumptions about her. About those around her.

She was a product of their failures, and their selfishness. It only made sense that they dealt with her, hell, that they made it up to her.

Shaking her head she focuses on making her choice of plush. Of course, she didn't even look at the booth to see if there was something big and pink. It's fine, she settles.]

It's shame there's nothing pink, but....I like him.

[ Blue suspenders, yellow skin, big goggles. They were funny little guys.

Clutching her prize close to her small frame she turns to face her new...companion. Her face a blank slate, as she tries to process her emotions.

All she feels is irritation.]

Now if you're done...nitpicking at me, dear, I'd like to get that funnel cake you promised me.

Or are you insecurities about being worth my time making you so unsure?