[Looking uncomfortable again, Jennifer gave a half shrug. Might as well be honest, she told herself, though when she speaks, her tone is hesitant and halting.]

I... well... a few days ago I got... held up by someone in the clinic. She'd just arrived, and I guess she comes from a pretty bad world and... didn't understand that I wasn't going to hurt her. It scared me. Badly. And made me feel... terrible. Brought up a lot of old insecurities, things I thought I'd worked past. I just wish I had someone here from my world to talk to about it, someone who knows me. ... Not that I'm spitting on my friends here, of course!