She cringes a little harder, partially from how loud he was.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I…I can’t really control it that well. But I’m not going to hurt you.”

It must be awful to have someone hear everything you think. Talk about no privacy! She feels badly for him.

But he’s still panicking, saying he can explain, so she takes his hand.

“You’re okay. It’s okay. I was wondering why your mind felt a bit different to other people like us.”

But she’s not scared of him, that much is clear.