[She looks at him quietly, almost...surprised, that "whimsical and confusing" is the air he finds she exudes. She considers it for a moment.]

...Maybe...there's things that changed me that are in our memories that we still can't reach. I bet you one of these days, there will be a Sunday I don't want to come out of my kiosk, but I'm...trying to think of the things that don't hurt as badly as whatever that could be.