A watery smile. "Thanks. I, I just ..." don't want to fight, the thought trails off.

She doesn't want to fight. She doesn't.

"Thanks," she repeats instead. "For, for inviting me and everything." Her smile, still fragile, is a little brighter. "Even if I wind up having to steal your Chief of Security to drive me home so I don't get ambushed -- is it weird that I'm still glad I came?"