"i... don't?" oh, did she say that out loud? nervous laughter bubbles from her system, knowing this was quite possibly the worst answer to give to him. she just knows she'll never hear the end of it now. "i β i do ask for help, but only if i really can't do something by myself!"
is she being prideful? is it her stubbornness? is she too ashamed? it's all three, actually. "if i really must ask for help, then there's no point in being discreet about it..." she can't help but shrug. "unfortunately i'll do everything i can to make sure i don't have to get to that point, though."