Kijani was caught with a mouthful of brownie lava cake in her mouth, and she wasn't about to run away from her food. She stared up at Connor, wide eyed, and listened to him the whole way through. Even after she took a long drink, she was still rather speechless. Finally, she patted the chair beside her. "Sit down." Once he was beside her, she sighed softly. "Connor." She reached out and held his hand. "I... may be rather hasty in my assumptions about other people." She was gazing into his eyes, and he could likely see the traces of fatigue there. "For me, everyone has to fit into a box. So I know what to expect, so I know what to do in return. When people don't fix in the boxes I have, well... I'm..." Now her gaze went distant. "...lost." And when she was lost, she was scared...