[She frowns a little, watching him step away and see about gathering up the snacks he has scattered around the apartment. It's impossible not to notice that he hasn't actually said anything about her story, about his lack of memories, anything. Just a remark, a summation of what she'd said, and then he'd changed the subject to something else.

At first, it hurts a little. There's no helping that; she's too accustomed to Rohan's brush-offs, so it's only natural that her first inclination would be to assume this is just another one of them.

It's not until she watches him, really watches him, really listens to what he says and how he says it and thinks about why it's so strange that he's acting like this, that it starts to dawn on her.

He's not being mean. He's being awkward.

And really, she reflects, he's probably got a right to be. He keeps talking about how he probably ruined her night, but all things considered, she's probably just made a mess of his right back.]

Thanks...hey, none of this is really good for you, you know.

[But she finds some pretzels and takes them with her to a chair, dropping into it as she starts to chew. They're dry and salty, but that's okay. It's not like she's really up for a big three-course meal or something in a mood like this, anyway.]

...Hey, Rohan?

[She keeps her eyes on the pretzels, surreptitiously.]

Um. Sometime, when you're not too busy with other stuff...do you think maybe you could draw a picture of me?