She's no longer running, at least, and she seems a little less tense then before, but everyone's words of encouragement against whatever slight she might have received aren't reassuring. She crosses her arms and sighs, hunching in on herself.

"No one's ... said anything, because no one knows. Just ... a couple close friends I could trust. No one's been mean. Humans weren't great in my world either, they are the reason they are no longer around." She takes an apologetic look at each of them, longer with Rinoa, because she hit the core of the issue.

"I don't feel like myself, like this. I don't like it, and I haven't gotten used to it." It seems like every time she gets a hang of one aspect of being human - sleeping, eating regularly, remembering to blink - something new happens that's another steep learning curve she's got to climb.