She stuck her hands into the pockets of her sweater, watching him as he spoke. Her eyes never lost the shine of tension. She looked like she might bolt at any moment. After he finished his description, she gave a tiny little nod before stammering, "I-I.. I don't know anyone like that. I've never seen her. I'm sorry."<br/><br/>She stayed where she was, watching as he looked away, a pained expression on his face. She hid a smile, knowing that the pain he felt was due to his own resistance. He was fighting it, and the strain was causing a headache. The irony amused her.<br/><br/>"Hey... are you okay?" she asked, allowing a bare hint of hesitant concern to color her tone.