"No," she said quickly. "Not ... not like that. He wouldn't. I mean. You know."

She stared at the mess of droid parts on her bed, then shook her head.

"I'm not ... sure how much ... I mean. It's okay to ..." Deep breath. "He's ... done things. And I can't just ... be okay with it. And. He's your friend too, so I can't ... tell you, in case you're not okay with it 'cause he probably needs someone and he deserves to get to tell you if he's gonna, I mean, and I know it's nothing to do with me, I just can't ..."

She squeezed her eyes shut, shivering. "Sorry. This. I don't mean to - I have to sound crazy and I ..."