She wants to quip about how that's a pretty personal question, or that 'candy, little girl' isn't going to work on her: defensive reflexes, honestly. But she doesn't. Instead, she looks down at her hands, avoiding his gaze that was now on her level.

"My brother and his--his partner. There are others, but Lenny and Mick'll be looking for me." Because they would. They wouldn't leave her stranded and alone, especially when they realised she wasn't answering her phone. She... might've lost it. She doubted it'd take them long to realise that none of her close contacts knew where she was, she was sure.

"I don't think we've met before." She lifted her gaze back up, but couldn't hold it up long when he asked if she was okay. Her hand covered the gash in her shoulder. "Y-yeah. It's just--it's an old memory. My brother treated it. It'll be okay again when I get back to my normal age."