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The colour in her cheeks deepened to a red as she flushed with anger.

She was going to have to reevaluate her opinion on Einar again.

"Well, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?" He was so... stupid. Shee didn't really know what had been going through her mind exactly-- she had been confused, she knew that-- but thoughts of a kiss had flitted through her mind at one point. And been squelched moments later by black holes in her memory. "Yeah, the human imagination really is. For a moment there, I'd almost imagined you to be a decent person."

Shee crossed her arms and pouted, glaring at Einar, her bright blue eyes alive as they stared him down.

"Why did you do that anyways? Just to be mean?"

"Well, you know, from how much exposure we've had to each other, I could believe that." She was still angry, but the colour was fading fast from her face. She caught the sarcasm in his voice and it forced her to think a little more on the situation. So-- why had he done that?

She continued to glare as Einar stood up and looked away. He was smiling. A true, non-predatory smile. Shee blinked and her expression melted from one of anger to one of absolute confusion. He started to whistle, and she found herself saying, almost surreally, "No, stop. Don't do that. It's too sad."

And she realized she wasn't sad anymore.

Shee took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips, leaning forward to tell Einar she meant business. "Hey! That was mean. It worked, but it was mean. You could have done something else, you know. Like... dance like a monkey, or go say hi to Estrelas. Or something funny. Kisses--" she punctuated the word with a turn of her head, making a jingling noise as wind rushed through the little bells on her earrings, "are serious business. They mean that you have some sort of affection for that person." Shee sighed. "I was going to give you a kiss, 'cause you said you liked them, but then you had to go and ruin it all." And with that, she closed her eyes again and twirled around, turning her back on Einar, lips still adamantly pushed outwards in a small pout.

"So why do you joke around about them so often?"

Shee whirled around again to face Einar as he spoke, unable to assert even a small amount of control over herself and maintain any sort of composure. "I wasn't going to give you a kiss because you asked," Shee continued, her voice full of exasperation, "but because, like you said before, you remember it as a sign of affection from your parents." She pursed her lips at Einar's grin. "You didn't think I meant it like that, did you? On the cheek!" Shee found herself pointing at his cheek, and had to resist the urge to get a little closer and poke him in the face.

"I guess I do. Is that a bad thing?"

It was just that she felt so much freer in the LOTUS compound to act any way she wished. Maybe she was too emotional at times, but she much preferred that over the (admittedly) regal stoicness that Wraith seemed to possess in spades. She admired his emotional control; it was just something she wasn't able to do herself.

Shee wanted to scream, but instead settled for a brief noise of impatience. She did have some control, she supposed. "Maybe it's just you. No one else here is this... depraved? No-- perverse. It's like everything you say or do is just to be contrary. You know, I'm usually not that bad. Yeah, I think it's just you." Pausing to breathe, she went on. "See? You always take everything the wrong way. I mean, as a sign of familial affection, in the sense that we're sort of like a family. Or in a platonic sense. I just said that because you have a special, comfortable sort of bond with parents. And I hoped that maybe we could have some sort of comfortable bond too. But I don't even know if that's possible!"

It was dark now, the lights scattered among the plumeria and underneath them the only source of light in the garden.

Shee looked at Einar incredulously. Did he actually wonder why he apparently couldn't get her to calm down in the same breath as uttering those words? He looked almost defeated; she felt the insane urge to laugh.

"Well, of course they are, if you say things like that to them!" Shee couldn't hold it back any longer, and began to laugh.

"Everytime we get to some sort of moment of normalcy, you say something weird!"

Her thoughts about Einar had shifted again. He wasn't mean; he just apparently didn't have any tact. And, apparently, from what she gleaned from his comments, it was a gender thing.

"Do you have some sort of problem with women, Einar?" Her anger had faded abruptly, and she now felt a prickle of curiosity as she questioned him, half-joking.

"Really? And you speak from experience, I'm assuming. But not all women are that way. And not all men are that way either. You should go say hi to Ori sometime. Or Neph. It would be... interesting." Shee giggled at the thought of Ori meeting Einar. "You'd have to let me know when, of course. It would be awfully amusing to see."

Hearing Einar speaking, as if to himself, Shee frowned. "One what? One friend?" At the mention of memory, she clasped her hands together abruptly as she found herself beginning to fidget. "Oh, I'm sure you had lots of friends! But... due to extenuating circumstances, you just can't remember them at the moment! Right?" Cheerfully, she finished off the sentence with an expectant look and a smile at the man.

"Well, you remember Audun! He seems to me to be a good friend of yours. Better than me, at any rate. I can't remember anyone!" Shee tone was still cheerful, at odds with the words she spoke. She leaned sideways, slightly closer to Einar and looked at him. "And now you have another friend! You do think of me as a friend, right?" Anxiety crept into her voice.