Swamped

You've had enough of this. Starling's sick, and if you're not doing anything, you might as well spend it with someone more interesting.

Just as you get up, though, the grebling calls out.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Got lost in my work. Why don't you sit a little closer, dear?"

Uggh. "Dear". She sounds too much like your mother.

You may as well get this over with. You wander over to her desk and sit down.

"I do apologize. There's been a lot going on around the camp lately. Aside from the usual issues, I've had to help the crew out with separation anxiety, paranoia, short tempers, fear of humans... It's kept me busy, so a lot of my paperwork has fallen behind. Now, what's been troubling you lately, dear?"

"Being stuck in your tent," you grumble.

"Well. I'll try to make this as quick as I can. But we'll be done faster if you cooperate."

"Heard that before. Mom and dad were always dragging me to frauds like you, trying to figure out what was wrong with me."

She stands up, surprisingly tall for a grebling, and looks you right in the eye.

"Young lady. We may have just met, but rest assured, I would never say anything so hurtful. Nothing is 'wrong' with you. I have no intention of trying to 'fix' you, either. My only concern is understanding the problems you face, so that I can help you cope. If you aren't ready to tell me everything, that's fine - but I'd like you to share whatever you feel able to, so we have a place to start."

You're rolling your eyes real hard here.

What do you say to her?