Sisse warmed again and found she couldn't meet his gaze. She looked at a strand of his hair that fell near his ear instead. And yet, despite embarrassment she also felt that she had not done a good job explaining herself. "It's not necessarily blending in exactly." She forced herself to look back at his face as she spoke, refraining from moving her hands as she spoke, there was, after all, no need to douse them both in lemonade. "There's less pressure in a crowd. Less... I don't know how to explain it precisely." Or rather she was beginning to feel that it would only show too much of her own insecurities for her to continue. For that's what these doubts were. She knew when she was valued, but she also knew that she had to work to be valued on a smaller scale and it was an intimidating and stressful endeavor.