[Litchi shakes her head, still looking a little bewildered.]

There's no need to worry; I know he isn't someone to be trusted. He knows--

["--far more about me than he should," is what she almost says, but a coughing fit interrupts her mid-sentence. The handkerchief is far too bloodied at this point to escape notice, so she just covers her mouth with a sleeve.

Careful not to lower her arm enough that Noel would be able to see any flecks of blood, she clears her throat.]

...I-I'm sorry, I... really should get going home...