"I Well... dun know? It jus' felt like de right t'ing to do?" She blinked a few times at Ryan. "Well, you don' seem to suck to me. I mean... you go into space. You actually CAN be smart when you want. You are kinda cute... an' you are goofy. Plus you don' t'ink o' me as some demon or a freak. All good t'ings in my book so I t'ought..."

She was babbling. Alisa frowned at herself. While she showed herself to others as someone who did not care about what others thought of her, or some badass in her job as Alistaire's "sword" and a top art authenticator, in private she sometimes did feel weak. Things did bother her and she could be vulnerable like any other person. And now she was showing that to some... stranger. Well... a cute stranger.

"I'm sorry, I didn' mean to make dis into an awkward situation. It's jus' ... you seem to like seein' me for me. Not some bitch who can t'row bartenders about an' be tough all de time."