[She's not sure if she can sense him holding things back with the microexpressions training she got from her once FBI profiler boyfriend or if it's just her own insecurities stoking the assumption, but she's not sure she wants to push him more than that. What he said doesn't feel like a lie even if it wasn't the whole truth. Maybe that's good enough for right now. She's hard enough on herself. She probably doesn't need company there, but she also doesn't want him to feel restricted. He's trying to make her feel like she has some room to be herself and not be cut off, she wants him to feel the same way. She's just not sure how to do that with words just yet. She reaches up and starts smoothing back the bits of his hair that have collapsed from their usual vertical pose.]

I did try it another way. I thought if I could just seal off a room and phase them in there it would be enough. There were just already so many all over the station.