"Not--" From you, she'd started to say, but then had to stop. Because yes, sometimes she needed time. To figure things out, when some new -- some old -- thing about Katchoo that she'd been too stupid to understand before finally threw itself up in her face, or to deal with...well. Things. That happened.

Or, you know, blush a lot and hide from them.

"Not by getting drunk and hurting myself."