... I do. [Echoing herself as she steps closer, flicking her eyes up with caution as she gingerly reaches out if he'll let her touch his wrist. Seeing someone this much like herself just seems to pull her in, curious and wanting for a bond over it-- even if she has to accept the fact he may not feel at all the same way.
If he lets her touch him, she'll every so slightly peel back more fabric to see his skin.] You shouldn't... have to hide.