When he touched her, she nearly jumped out of her skin. His hand was warm on her arm, where the lace of her cover was sheer anyway. She looked up into his eyes, her face startled. She... didn't remember the last time someone other than her father touched her at all. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and then spoke, her eyes still closed, "I've never had anyone over. Ever. I..." Her head unconsciously leaned in the direction of where his hand was, "I don't remember the last time anyone touched me." Her voice was small, her breathing shallow, and then she opened her eyes, her own shining with embarrassment.
"So yeah, I guess I am nervous." Most people in their world weren't jumping at the opportunity to spend time - let alone build a friendship (if that's what this was) - with someone with her... condition. She had never realized how much that hurt her until maybe this very moment. Not consciously at least. She waited with her breath held for his response.