( Jaw clenches and unclenches, less to do with ill-contained anger, and more evident that she's thinking this over. )

I don't think I need to get more dramatic.

( She'd thought about swooping in with something about it doesn't matter how many times this place can bring you back, but honestly? It's over the top, and given the gravity of how he's looking at her, she doesn't think he really needs to be assured how serious she is, how protective Julia's friends are of her. )

It's just—

( There are things she wouldn't say, and frankly, can't say. They aren't hers to share. ) Julia dragged me back from the edge. More than once.

( Her gaze drops, then. Her desperate attempts to escape into oblivion, to drown out all the fear and the pain and the grief weren't easy to talk about, but it's important right now. Talking about how responsible she feels for a bunch of the shit Julia's gone through? Again, off-limit topics, and making awful shit that Julia survived about how Kady felt about it? Yeah. No. )

So her... not getting hurt by some asshole is pretty fucking important.