Is smiling good? Smiling might be good. It's better than frowning. Probably. So she gives him a nervous little smile, and sheepish laugh at his observation. "Am I? Ah--I'm sorry. Like I said, I've never really. Done this before. And, um..." She clears her throat, and breaks eye contact, staring down at the ground.

"...I know you could do better than me. There are a lot of perfectly good people out there, and--I'm just. Me." She gives a shrug, still smiling, though it's more bittersweet than anything else. "Which...isn't a whole lot." This whole confidence thing was. Not working out well for her. Creators damn it all. Okay, focus.

"But--! I know I have my own strengths! I figured, if I asked for a chance, that I could show you that I can be...good enough--No, that still sounds weird, doesn't it..." Shit. She sighs, and finally looks back up at Alistair. "I just--I'm not good at talking myself up. Clearly. But. I was afraid that if I didn't try, I wouldn't have a chance with you."