"No, no!" Her hands lower, revealing a blush that runs straight to the tips of her ears. She lays one hand in her lap, clutching at the fabric of her pants. The other, at least, lays delicately over Night Sky's own.

"You saying it isn't the problem. It's me not getting it through my thick head!" She inhales sharply, trying to soothe her nerves with a few deep breaths.