She thought about lying, really. She thought about saying something and laughing it off, but she couldn't. Not when Mei looked at her like that. It hurt, it hurt so much she could barely stand to keep it in. She wondered if it was her fault, if it was something she did. But she knew it wasn't, she wasn't going to force herself to think that wanting to be herself was the wrong thing. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't anyone's fault...it just...shit. She was going to start losing it if she didn't stop thinking about it.
"No," she admitted with a faint smile, arm around Mei's shoulder. "...But it's okay, I have you, that's enough for right now, Mei." she mumbled. "Let's get this dinner going, I'm starving. Your loverboy is probably a nervous mess."