[She isn't entirely sure which realization strikes her harder--that Megumi had read what she's said on the Network, or that she'd completely forgotten to filter any of it, and therefore anyone could've seen it. That was the trap of these modern devices, just one more thing about the City that defied her expectations, and she hadn't even--

No, she's caught, and she knows it. It's enough to bring a wry smile to her lips.]

I can think of plenty of reasons to hide it, actually. And believe me, I have.

[It's not that she's afraid of Megumi, not by any means. It's the situation she's apprehensive about, and if anything, she's afraid Megumi will think less of her for the mess she's gotten herself into.

It feels like she's been staring at her teacup for the whole duration of their conversation, but it's easier, somehow, to say the things on her mind when she doesn't have to look at Megumi as she's doing it. When she speaks, her voice is hesitant and soft.]

Forgive me for saying so, but...I'm surprised you're glad anyone did, and least of all me.