"No! No," Vanya says quickly after, because she does not want him to shut up. It takes her all that time think of a word and he kind of seems like he might be having some trouble with words the same way that she is. She has no idea how to talk about it and God, that's all she wants. The Hargreeves clan is made up of incredible, powerful, wonderful people who had each other to lean on as they learned how to cope with their powers and their father. It sucked, no doubt, and Vanya is so grateful for the lengths her family goes through to make her feel welcome and safe and loved. She'll always be different. Now, it's a different-different.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm a little..." There just aren't words for this, but she doesn't want to leave him hanging and she finds she's sort of desperate to talk to someone - anyone that might understand.

"We can talk," she says, a bit lighter. She's thinking there's no way she's getting into this guy's (admittedly sweet) car. She looks over her shoulder toward the sound of the approaching siren.

Kindness can be a weapon and so can she. It fills her with no warmth that he's seen what she can do, but does knowing he's seen it make her feel safer? More than she would like.

"Isn't there a coffee place around here?" By around here she means maybe a few blocks over and out of the path of the police and she hopes that he knows that. The idea of talking to the cops makes her want to be sick or explode or both. The sooner they're in the car the better.