"I had to learn to keep thoughts out, they make it hard to function. People are so LOUD," she grumbles.

"I think I am less likely to make a mess if I drink from the bowl," she says softly. She does just that.The soup is good, really good, but she's careful to sip slowly!

"I'm sorry you haven't found people like you," she tells him. "It's hard, being the only one." Feeling like a freak, an oddity.