[Well. That makes her feel bad. She deflates, feeling frustrated at herself for being unable to just be normal.]

...Yeah. Sorry. I know that you didn't mean anything by it.

[She stares at the table between them, her finger scratching the wood as a nervous tick as she thinks on whether to explain.]

It's weird over here. They'll forgive you for anything. Back home... well, the stain tends to follow you a bit more.