[She feels his stare, then, and revels in it a little. She's quiet for a second before replying softly.]

The chroma thing... There's just a voice in the back of my mind that says it's not right, that we have to touch or we could suffer.

[It's hard for her, to think about the chroma without being scared that it's just like the Menagerie. But she can't quite say it out loud.]

But I want to touch you, Kaz. Just... so you know.