Oh, Luke... [ She's still crying, but it's slowing, and she rubs at her eyes again. ] Of course I do. I promise, this isn't your fault. The truth is...

... the Malnosso ... they had me for a whole week up until just a day ago. And with everything they did while I was there... [ she sniffles -- unintentionally, but it adds realism to her story. ] ... I guess I'm still not totally over it.

[ It's a good lie, because it's half the truth. Xion is no stranger to lying, though traditionally she'd lie by omission. Half the truth will half to do. As she tries to think of what to say next, a thought occurs to her. ] Really, it's ... it's not you. [ a beat. ] Hey, Luke ... can I see your arm? The one that had the cast on it.