[Ginia sits back, smile as reassuring as she can muster.]

Who really is?

[She signs as Hama's looking up, shrugging with her signs. Ginia can play nice, be nice even. When it's turned on her, she pushes it away or looks for the hidden catches. Even knowing most people are nice with no ulterior motives, Ginia still remains guarded.]

I'm not judging you for crying. It's understandable. No one can be strong all the time, and there are different kinds of strength too.