She shrugs. Vincent isn't a particularly private person. Of course she has secrets, but none of them are that personal, that intensely forbidden that she can't talk about them. She wasn't abused, she wasn't molested, she wasn't raped, she's never even really been hit. Sometimes she remembers that, how absurdly normal she is, and today is one of those days.
"I don't always pay attention," she says, "And I don't always realize people are trying to be my friend," she adds. "I guess I can be a little intense or something. That's what my friend back home used to tell me, anyway."