[Surprise? That's... not the emotion that should be there, and Lisa immediately recognizes she's said something wrong. But it takes Sam's explanation to recognize the problem, and she wilts almost instantly once it finally clicks. She's... misread the situation, even after her gut telling her something wasn't quite as she'd thought. Sam is asking because she cares - cared even before Lisa started trying to defend herself - not because Lisa seems like she doesn't know how to ask for help. That reframes it, and now she just feels like a heel. Which in turn just makes her feel worse about needing it, but also, well... someone cares enough to extend a hand to her, which is definitely worth something.

Lisa will be the first person to tell you her head isn't entirely screwed on straight, but she's at least able to recognize that much.

Outwardly, Lisa deflates, mood tanking, but she doesn't quite close off; she shrinks into her scarf somewhat, muffling her voice a bit, but the lounge isn't so busy it helps her hide much.] You're right. It... does suck, a lot. I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm like this. [No louder than a whisper, before she tries to pick herself up.] Um. I... could probably use the help. At least until we go back to school. Thank you, Sam-san.

[She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a long, shuddering breath, before letting it out slowly.] I really appreciate that you're offering. Please don't... misunderstand my reticence. [But she doesn't entirely trust herself to explain right now, unless Sam presses her. Which would... not be entirely unearned.]