It was hard to explain it to someone - it was emotions and vulnerability, and it sounded...squishy. Harder still because it was his couch she was asking after because she wanted to be there, and convenience was only part of the reason. But that wasn't something she could explain to him.
Clearing her throat, she looked around her bar quarters again as she said, "Can I crash with you for the night? I'm not needed on the Helicarrier and...and I don't want to stay." She fell silent a moment before she added, "I want my boots on the shore for a night."