Sometimes? I-I, um... the first time I met him here, I screamed and stepped on him and... ran. And, uh... and barricaded myself in my room. He calmed me down and got me some water, and we started talking that way. Um, another time, we ended up talking about... about my father, because I had, well... you remember how I get, sometimes.

[Self-castigating and almost hysterical, yes.]

He held my hand that time, and a few others. It... It was nice. He's nice.

[She doesn't seem to fully grasp that it takes a certain category of person to not be nice to someone like Bernadetta.]

I like making him smile. That's nice, too.