[ Under normal circumstances, she might have reacted hugely, gotten offended at the implication that she needs to pitied. But her reaction here is more subdued, only a faint raising of her brow. His acknowledgement that he is doing any of this on purpose is enough to satiate her curiosity, so she does what he says, leaning back fully on her chair while she slips her eyes closed. ]

Thanks for worrying about me.

[ She says, smartly, teasing him. Because that's what it is, even if he won't say it out loud, right? Or something close to it. The friendships she'd had at home, those had all felt superficial in some way after she became a Kira supporter. Here, though, they're all on the side of the Regent. So it feels more authentic to become acquaintances with someone here, even if the other Kenoma don't know her too well yet. Being shown kindness, while being able to bare even a small part of her true self... ]

But don't worry too much. I'll be just fine, no matter what comes. [ The seriousness of her words is undermined by the dizzy drawl her words take on. But there's a certainty there, an awareness of the matter at hand that she typically hides underneath her naïve, ditzy persona. ] Aren't you gonna tell me who else "needs it?" Or is that everyone in your book...

[ There's a devilish note to her implication, and with that, she swallows down the last of the glass, holding it up to him with a very there, happy? lopsided grin. ]