I'm bad at this. Sometimes it is a sword swinging over my neck because that's what it is but I'm trying, there's just part of me that makes it difficult. [A will to dominate that she struggles over. Has to force down, stuff into a sack sometimes because it won't get her places if she's kicking and screaming the whole time but it's there, the defiance, the readiness to curl her lip and snarl.] I can respect your ways and the same goes, I know how it is to see how you live made small and strange or worse. I might have more questions about this with the laws away from [a gesture to encompass the nearness of it, or the time, it's the same thing to her] so I can explain things if they need it.

Or if you need to ask. Or want to. I'm aware that I'm difficult.

[The smile is genuine enough to say that she's been told it multiple times in the course of her life.]