She acts tough to try to hide it, but she's still completely torn up over what happened to her. Partly inspired by the lyrics to this song.
Unravel this world around me just before it pulls me under
But now at this rate i fear it's too late
Give up your searching
I don't want to be found
Your gaze would haunt me
I've fallen for a wicked trap
But still, you reach for me
So close your eyes and say goodbye
Before i'm history
But if you must see, look through your memory...
Chief Little Spoon belongs to me.