[She's not said any of this to get something in return. Initial instinct tells her she said it to reassure him, but maybe she's reassuring herself as well. That she isn't as heartless as she seems to think she is or has been. That she isn't all ice and stone and unwelcoming things.

Maybe... a part of her is afraid of the people here viewing her in such a way. When she realises she doesn't have an explanation for that and considers further that she is probably not ready to start diving into any of it, it may be for the best to simply let it go. Not to overthink it the way she seems to overthink everything else.

Clearing her throat, she shakes her head.]

Yes, well. I appreciate it. But this is becoming awkward.

[So instead—

Beatrix lifts the last remaining pieces of fruit she's been holding onto.]

Show me where I can put these and then I am going to get out of your hair.

[...Not that she would say he really has hair. Whatever. She's already said it. She's already embarrassed herself plenty on this day. What's one more stupid thing coming out of her mouth.]