She could sort of understand that if he were to say it out loud, be honest about how he feels about the question, because when she had first arrived people asking her the same question made her suspicious, sure they wanted something from her, and it had been annoying and unwelcome more than anything else. It took months for that to change, so she gets it.
"I'm alright," she says in return, because in this moment she is, and the things that bother her, the things that might make that answer different, they aren't his problem. She's not here to talk about her, so she glosses over that quickly. She's just about to try to find something else to say, fight her way towards an attempt at being politely social, but then she sees the shadow of a bruise around his mouth, the telltale sign of a split lip, and she frowns deeply. "I don't imagine you'd tell me what happened to your mouth."
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Date: 2017-01-05 07:48 pm (UTC)"I'm alright," she says in return, because in this moment she is, and the things that bother her, the things that might make that answer different, they aren't his problem. She's not here to talk about her, so she glosses over that quickly. She's just about to try to find something else to say, fight her way towards an attempt at being politely social, but then she sees the shadow of a bruise around his mouth, the telltale sign of a split lip, and she frowns deeply. "I don't imagine you'd tell me what happened to your mouth."