[ Kate stops as he does. It's not an answer she expects to him, and it's a startling one. Enough to make her pause and stare at him a little in stunned silence. He... wanted a face he could stand to look at in a mirror—? ]

You... don't like your face? [ Is she getting that right? ] Or.. you're ashamed of it? But... why?

[ She asks it before she thinks to stop herself, and then she does stop herself belatedly. ]

Now I know I'm being nosy, I'm sorry. [ She's sheepish for a moment. ] It just... that sounds so sad.