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Maia hadn't said anything about crazy, but apparently her demeanor was easy enough to read.  She should probably feel badly for making the girl upset, but she wasn't really enjoying the upfront attempt at empathy.  Especially since she hadn't understood much of what she'd said.

Umm, no.  Her ears went flat back.  She'd done her talking as a way to make herself feel better, and she didn't like that it felt like she was being called out for it now. I don't need to.  It's just.... nevermind.  She looked away, then stood up.  Like I said, sorry.  But I gotta go.

Usually she'd have been friendlier, but between being caught vulnerable and nervous from the chat, she didn't want to stick around longer than she had to.