[She definitely notices that look. Illya's definitely overthinking this, but... she can't really talk either. Lisa herself is still actively overthinking things on a regular basis. This isn't really the time for a pot-and-kettle argument.] My freaking out all over everything doesn't really say anything about you, though, y'know? Besides, the only way I got any better about it was exposure therapy. I psyched myself up, I went in, I screwed up, and then I swore I'd get better. [Her face colors a bit.] Then I got told off for pushing too hard, but that's... not important right now.

A-anyway, the point is! There's no way to know if you can handle it until you try, right? There's no point in saying "if even Lisa can't handle it, how am I going to deal?" Take that first step. Bring as many people as you need to, to help you feel safer. I'd offer to take you myself, but... well. After everything I just said, I'm sure you'd want more and better bodyguards. I'm sorry I'm not more dependable. [She runs a hand through her hair, sighing, although she really does understand. She couldn't protect someone from a paper bag.] I know I'm being pushy, and I'm sorry for that too. But I really think you're selling yourself short.