Hey, hey, hey. You can't hold me accountable for stuff I said when I had a crush I was too chickenshit to act on.

[but she's smiling no matter how rude the reminder is that she is seen and people remember her for her shitposts as much as her broader actions. it's something good for her to keep in mind for later. that she's visible.]

I don't like spreading people's secrets around. Anyone trusts me enough to tell me something, it stays inside here [she raps on her chest with a metallic thud] until they're ready to bring it out to the world. Like a vault. Maybe it's one of the things that makes me easy to talk to—but it really doesn't seem like you're having a lot of problems, you know? You seem pretty open to me.