Mm-hm. [Junna smiles and nods, her head tilted for a second; it makes her ponytail drift to the side, too, when she tilts her head. She looks happy with what Lisa said; it's something she thought too.] I was thinking that. It's another thing we can do together. And... ah, you know, my dad taught it to me. So... it's kind of important to me, too.

[But then she sends the ball flying. Lisa dodges -- not that she needed -- and Junna lets out a laugh after a second. That wasn't very skilled of her. She looks embarrassed, but not really bothered. She pulls the 9-ball out of the pocket, putting it back in the center of the table.]

I'll have to be careful. [There's a pause, though. Junna's quiet for a second, and she looks down. She's trying to be honest with herself, and the truth is that's a little hard for her to do.]

...I'm okay. [She sighs, softly, then looks back up.] It's... I can't quite shake feeling like it's my fault. I know it's not, I know it was a Disturbance feeding on me. But the way it used the things I'd think or feel... [She shakes her head, then she looks back at Lisa.] ...I want to hear, though. If I don't, I'm going to wonder.

And that's... that's worse for me, I think.