[she very awkwardly kind of half-smiles under her mask, the movement and expression veiled in part by darkness and by the stretched stitches of her mask. she hasn't smiled in a long time, truly—she's a little nervous, but she's starting to feel more at ease.]
I don't know what I can do to thank you... I don't know what I've done lately to deserve something so nice. [her expression eases back into a simpler slate.] You're very kind.