Unaware of similarities to his past with a girl by the same name, Collette twists an ear around to focus on the sound of his voice. She continues her act, the guide dog to the hilt, no matter how she seemed a little unsteady and slow. It might have as well been her need to keep pace with the smaller stride of a child.

< That's good, think. So what is it? >

With how he tenses next to her, she wonders if it isn't something more polite to hold back on. It was unfair to force people to trudge back through their personal traumas for her own edification. Most the time.