[At first she snorts, sounding at once confused, amused, and faintly annoyed.] Uh, yeah, I'm sure?

[Then he finishes his thought and she realizes, with a pang of guilt, why he asked that. The way she said it, couched in excuses... It's a natural compulsion for her, but of course he wouldn't take it well. Frowning, she makes an effort to soften her tone and allow herself more genuineness.]

Yeah, I know I don't have to. It's not like that. I want you to come, dummy. Wouldn't've asked if I didn't.

[A pause, then, as she tries to think of what else to say—if she hasn't already blown it.]

Y'know, at the Cube... FanGO works there. It's not exactly the same as back home, but... we can finally play together in person, you know? I've been wanting to show it to you, but there was so much going on, and... Ugh.

[It's the truth, so of course she feels a little too vulnerable saying it. She averts her eyes, turning her scowl onto her hooves.]