... Don't make that face and make me look like the bad guy now. You don't spring a cemetery date on someone at unawares. It's kind of not the done thing, you know?

[Ah, but this time, it looks like she's the one who said too much. But really, they haven't know each other that long and...]

... I don't know, Fox. I don't really know that much about you.

[And she gets it. He needs the anonymity to stay safe, and she likes to stay out of trouble so she's never pressed him too much for information. Also, she figures everyone he meets must be trying to get to know more, so since he revealed himself to her, albeit accidentally, she's gone the opposite route, letting him say what he's comfortable with and not asking too much.]

I know what the people around me say about you. I know a lot of it is bullshit you probably planted yourself and the rest is gossip. But I also know that you're a lot better at what you do than most of them can even imagine. So why would you be interested in someone like me, huh? I'm not good at magic. There's nothing I know how to do that you couldn't do in your sleep, and none of the things you can do I can learn because I just don't have the raw power to make it work.

The only thing I do well is cook.

[It's not very often that her insecurities and feelings of inadequacy rear their ugly heads, but when they do, they do it hard.]