[Those first words prompt her to shrink in on herself a little and start fidgeting with one ear of her disguise, defensive indeed.]

Yeah, I knew that part, thanks...

[She knows it all too well, in fact—but the latter part is new, even if she had guessed as much. At Emmet's last sentence, Kaie's words skitter through her mind: You always struck me as profoundly lonely...

Aptly, even though she asked, all this talk about her seems to have discomforted her even more. A momentary shudder passes through her—and her voice abruptly emerges an octave higher than intended.]

Then—! I should be able to make a stupid scarf no problem, right?! What's the difference?