She looks at him for a moment and doesn't touch on that look, because really, she can't fathom it, and doesn't want to dissect it just now. Damage is something easy to understand, but only when someone wants to recognize it in themselves.
She shrugs for a moment, then alights on a topic like a bird - lightly and softly, but cheerily. "How do you like school here? I've wanted to go to a real university all my life but I didn't think I was going to be able to, so I'm pretty nervous, if I'm totally honest."