She thinks she can sympathize with a complicated sort of backstory, though she's never had to struggle with transparency before. Wouldn't always go amiss though, in her case, being invisible. At least he did not spot her before she was able to hide, that's quite a relief. Self-consciously, she shifts a bit to tuck her legs in under the curtain as well.

"I'd rather stay here for a wee bit longer," she assures him awkwardly, but it hasn't escaped her notice that he sounds shaken by the encounter as well, so she hurriedly adds, "Not because you spooked me, though! Um." Bloody well done, backing herself into a figurative corner as well as a literal one, now. Time for some clever conversational navigating. "What made you invisible, d'you think?"