Kijani blinked several times, not used to being called out so blatantly. "I... er..." She looked down, at herself. "Geez, I'm a mess." She pushed a hand through her dreadlocks, then turned her back to him and started to do her buttons over again. "Look, I... I was weak enough yesterday, I just... I just want to move on as quickly as possible. Maybe if I lie enough, maybe if I say I'm okay... then it'll somehow become true." She turned once she was done, and her buttons were fixed. Kneeling to tie her shoe briefly, she passed her hand subtly over her eyes. Just that sentence alone had caused tears to brim. Shit, she was such a useless weakling. No wonder her grandmother had left her. It was all her fault... how come she couldn't just be more useful to people? "Connor?" Her voice was shaking. "...why do you want to help me?"