Her smile fell by infinitesimal degrees as he spoke and by the time he'd finished she was staring at him with a guarded expression, lips pressed in a tight frown. She glanced away, smoothed the skirt of her dress, stared for a long moment at her fingers. She hadn't expected this.
Implicit trust. Wanda was by no means stupid but she had always been far too trusting, and that got her into trouble. She could hide her emotions, until she trusted someone, and then everything seemed to fall apart. She was not suspicious enough, but she was certainly suspicious now. This was probably the first person who had ever asked for her confidence and she was afraid to give it. Further, his promise not to manipulate her struck a deep chord within her and it fought tooth and nail against her reason. Everyone manipulated her, she knew it, she understood and accepted this fact. But apparently, not Mr. Rand. He wasn't going to use her? He wanted her trust? He barely knew her.
"I think you're asking a lot of me," she remarked, still not looking at him, "I'm here to learn meditation, it is what it is."