[ She knows he's just trying to be helpful, but knowing that logically and allowing her brain to process it before she makes a bitchy comeback are two separate things. Her gaze is narrow, lips pursed. ]

It's actually this really grating guy who likes to ask annoyingly personal questions. [ She sighs, dropping the fruit to the counter and straightening up. ] I'm sorry, I just -- Weird backpain. I'm chalking it up to the clunky armor. So beyond not built for a girl my size.