Even if she can't make eye contact, it still ducks its head before speaking again, the words quiet and slow, as it processes some of it's thoughts aloud.

"I am glad you're here. Here sucks. The worlds we came from sucked. But being here is bettered by your presence. You, specifically. I am better because you are in my life. Happier. More...better."

It's orbiting around big thoughts that are inevitable, like a marble spinning in a funnel. The viewer can see the center and make a game of seeing how long the marble avoids it.