She chuckled, but it was forced and nervous. As was the drink of her coffee as she tried to figure out how to answer that. She was trying not to freak out the only person she's met who didn't seem to be wrapped up in all of this stuff. Maybe Harry was right. Not that he came right out and said as much, but he didn't mingle with the straights. Maybe there was a reason. You had to hide too much.
"I've...been through things." She smiled weakly. "Saw bad things. Real bad. I can't help this."