Dia noddded well the shade of red his face was really showed he wasn't too keen on talking about the whole home topic. Brightly, she just pushed that off to the side for some mental filing. If she ever did find out that someone was hurting someone she barely knew - and even someone she knew well she would act like a ninja to the person hurting them. Sneak up in the night and *BAM* you are unconscious with the same exact scars all over your face. Or it might just be a large 'bang' and clatter sound to scare the culprit with some crazy girl going and boom goes the dynomite behind them. Like all those classic radio sketches, and television shows she'd seen as a kid.

"Well - maybe you are lucky with not being nervous...i mean, I just moved out of my country, and all because..." she paused, gulping. No one knew her reasons they didn't have to did they. "well...it just isn't a happy story...so i'm just not going to blab on anymore even though I am....sorry I ramble." She admitted, as after all right now she'd gotten more nervous with talking to him than she'd meant to. Stupid nerves. Stupid families. Stupid secrets.