[ Kyouko stands there beside him, noticeably aloof. Most of their interaction has been safe and glib, at least on her part, and now... her worry was escaping through her words, slight as it was. ]

That he's an idiot. [ She holds up one finger; then a second and a third. ] And he's got a weird face, and makes dumb jokes that aren't even funny. [ Then a fourth. ] He says he's a computer program, or something like that.

[ Her head tilts downward, as her gaze traces a deep silver scratch in the metal beneath her boots. A dilatory pause. She favors her words. Uncertainty. A fifth finger joins the others, but then she lets her hand fall into a fist. ]

That he hurts himself, because he isn't really happy at all.

[ Because in her head, Kyouko keeps on thinking that Clay chopped off his fingers on purpose. After throwing himself off the crane... ]

And he's an idiot.