She glancd over at him and shrugged, "maybe, maybe not," she replied, "I'm sorry...I didn't really think through this. I just...I'm just so sick of being me. Sick of my mind going overdrive, sick of having to be..." she trailed off, Roger's words entering her mind, "perfect. I just wanted a night. One night of being at ease, being human. You...you always seem so cut off, so...distant and aloof. That maybe of all people, you wouldn't judge."