"Sorry, I --" She cuts herself off, then smiles sheepishly. "I've had that problem, too, with someone I considered my best friend... but it was under unique circumstances. Not in the Nexus." She bites her lip worriedly, then asks, "You always figured it who it was, right? Eventually?"

Her attention returns to the sketchbook as Ash flips to the pages bearing sketches of a mouse dressed in tweed. She's unfamiliar with Disney or a mouse detective, but it's easy enough to figure out what her friend's secret is. "He turns into a mouse?" She looks from the drawings to Ash, to be sure that's the case.