[ Her fingers brush his arm lightly as she moves past him to sit, still reluctant to admit she's come to check on him, though it's clear she has.

But finally, ] We could...talk.

[ There's a quiet, considering breath, and she continues in a softer version of her usual light tone. ]

Who hasn't experienced an alien possession or two?

[ Then more sincerely, ] Admittedly, not quite like that. Never quite like that.

[ It seems she suddenly finds her hands Very Fascinating. ]

But I do understand wondering if you'll be able to trust yourself, what might happen if you stop worrying.

[ She looks back up at him. ]

I've done things I'm not proud of, Sweetie, things I had very little or no choice in, hurt people I cared a great deal about. If you want to talk, I think I'd be very good at listening.