[She chews her lip for a moment at his statement. She knows that he's always busy, but he seemed like he was contradicting himself in a sense]
That I didn't know what to do. And they kept telling me no one would come for me. They said things that made it sound like they'd been watching me, like they knew more about everyone than they wanted us to think.
I'm frightened. Scared that when I close my eyes, I'll find out that I'm still there. And not here. [She's not crying, not even slightly. Her tone is soft, and mellow, and her dark eyes remained fixed on the console in the center of the room] I just hope that by talking about, that feeling will go away. It will take time, I know that. But holding it in, I don't think that's good.