[Caitlyn can't help but stiffen up a little at that. She's always found these sorts of discussions a tad awkward, especially with people she doesn't know well.

At least this isn't as bad as discussing potential suitors with her mother.]

That's very kind, but I'm not really looking for anything like that.

[She huffs a miserable little huff.]

There was someone. Back home. It didn't. She wasn't... [How to say 'I fell head over heels for a girl I met less than a week ago in prison, and, while she made it clear she wasn't interested in a relationship, I'm terrified she might be dead and I would do anything to get back to her'?] I'm not really looking right now.