Cissie’s smile is sympathetic, and she reaches out to touch Steph’s arm. She’s just touchy-feely that way. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s a little bit me, too. I keep dropping these stupid bombshells on you, and you just met me. I shouldn’t even know the stuff I do, and if I were home, I probably wouldn’t. But I kind of spent over a year hearing about how great you are, so I’d kind of like to be friends, and I think honesty’s a pretty important part of being friends, you know?” Her smile turns a bit dry, and she shrugs. “...I haven’t been able to have many friends since I quit that life. It’s kind of hard to really open up to people who don’t know what it’s like, right?”