[ she stuffs her hands into her sweater pockets, trying her best to be... vulnerable? no, just not so guarded. ]

We don't know each other, and I don't think we need to get along, but we should be honest with each other. If that little brat is right, our lives are tied together. Whatever happens to one happens to the other. That means we need to trust each other.

[ it's an obvious ramble, born out of a low-key anxiety within her, and she talks faster than usual just to get it all out there. ]