[She fails, sorry Kya. She's so horribly torn for a moment. What in the world is she doing, not jumping at the chance of something that might help, by someone who would - surely? - understand? It's conflicting enough to delay her deep-seated urge to just escape the situation.]
[...] R-right. I'll keep it in mind. Thank you. [But not indefinitely, alas.] I'm sorry; I should be on my way.