She winces at the alley comment. Yeah, that's Barrayar all right. Fuck.

She's tempted to hug him without permission but she doesn't know him well enough to guess how that would go. She doesn't.

"How do I help," she asks, a little desperately. "There's - I'm - I feel like there's nothing I can say that won't make things hurt more, I - I've known you for four days and I'd personally tell any asshole that looked at you with disdain to take a jump to hell? Because fuck those guys? I think Barrayar is getting better, even if it's, taking a while to get around to it? I get the pity and disdain from Betans too? I. Would definitely hug you, if you wanted me to, but I don't know if that would help or hurt more so I haven't been." Pause. "... We can possibly take a break from Shakespeare, trash talk Betans together?"