Hearing about what he was majoring in made her slightly uncomfortable. But not because he was talking about how socially awkward he was(which she actually really like about him). The reason it made her so nervous was because they both had to do so much with her life. She knew mentally she had something wrong with her. She wasn't dumb or even a manic. Just...mentally she was unstable. Crying hits, horrible nightmares that left her screaming, easy agitated and frightened. And that didn't all help that she was now, technically a murderer. She had massacred her whole senior class. She was a mentally unstable criminal, and she honestly wondered how much of being around her it would take to figure out something wasn't right with her. She really hoped it didn't get that far. She like this boy, he was sweet, and she really didn't want to hurt him if she could help it. Whether it be on accident, or to keep her secret hidden. 

Carefully playing with her mother's cross necklace that hung around her neck, she averted her gaze, "A psych analysis? That's interesting." She took a slow sip of her coffee and looked back to him now, her bright blue eyes looking into his, "I don't think you're socially inapt. You and I seem to be talking just fine. At least, I think so anyway." She grew quiet, and the more nervous she got, the tighter she was wind her mother's necklace around her fingers, "But....then again....I'm not exactly the most social person either." She confessed in a almost whisper, an unsure look on her face.