[She's so lost in her own memories that the casual contact almost doesn't register, at first. She looks down at Porrim's gray hand on her pale skin as if she's not sure what it is, or how it came to be there, and then very slowly comes back to herself with a little smile.]

Thank you.

[She gives her head a little shake to clear it, then smiles a little more firmly.]

I apologize - it's not like me to dominate a conversation like that. Where are you from? I've never seen anyone quite like you, if you'll forgive my directness.