[ It's not, generally, in her nature to be dismissive like that. But, well, it's been a long three weeks. By now she notices he won't really look at her, and she wonders, kinda, what that's all about, though she doesn't assign any particular meaning to it.

Pluto seems to just be happy to be around Winston and Will, sitting on his haunches and panting happily.

Will's ... accusation, as it were, gets her to look thoughtful. After a moment she'll reply, blunt herself and rather straightforward: ]

If I were going to look for sympathy, I wouldn't ask you. [ simply put. It's not said unkindly, it's just ... a statement of fact. ] But ... I guess you're right about that. Everyone wants to be understood, don't they...?

[ It's that last thing that really gets her attention. It sounds familiar in a way she doesn't like. ]

... you don't like emotions? Or ... is it just other people's emotions?