Relena realizes it's a lot to take in. She's considered it a lot to take in. A lot of weight and a lot of events crammed into two short years of life. It's done his fair share of damage and the time stuck in one place here hasn't done much but give her time to dwell on it. She'd been constantly busy and on the move, only sleeping on flights and tucked into chairs in the far corners of convention centers and government buildings when she can sneak away. It's been a consistent state of motion and the brakes have just been slammed.

She realizes he's awkward now. She looks away from him. She thinks she let far too much of the 'too big' in her out. She usually keeps most of it to herself. She thinks she should have held much more back. She evens her tone out purposefully, politely, and puts herself back into her shell.

"I'm sorry. I suppose so. I guess I wasn't prepared for this to be the environment where I'd learn to come to terms with that reality, but it's not like anyone could have been prepared for this. I'll just have to learn to adapt like everyone else is. To fighting and to everything else that lies ahead here."