[ Lyanna isn't wrong, and it's clear she's been hurt by someone who kept secrets. That's all it takes for Daisy to immediately feel closer to and more protective of the younger girl, those emotions helping to chase away a few cobwebs of melancholy. She doesn't do well without a purpose, and maybe helping this girl can become part of who she is here.

Daisy's smile turns slightly amused at the way she's being addressed, but there's nothing malicious in the expression. She's just never been called lady before. ]

Well, first, I'm definitely not a lady, though I appreciate the vote of confidence. And second... I'm just feeling kind of lonely, I guess. [ Pausing, she reconsiders, given their previous topic of secrets. She isn't looking for sympathy, but that doesn't mean she has to keep it all to herself, right? Her gaze falls to the table and the sad package of cookies. ] It's my birthday, and the people I'm closest to here keep disappearing. If that means they went home, then I'm glad for them, but we don't know for sure, and either way, I'm still here.

[ Now that it's out, she feels exposed, and something in her tenses as if waiting for a blow. All her life, she's kept her vulnerabilities hidden, not wanting to risk being a burden to those around her. The fear of rejection runs deep in Daisy Johnson, and no number of acceptances will ever fix what's been broken. ]