[ Midge... so that's the mystery girl's name. It's a cute one for presumably a cute girl, someone who clearly caught Reggie's attention for him to have fallen in love with her.

She blinks, wondering why she's thinking about these trivial things, shaking her head as if she'll knock out these ideas from her head and she won't have to think about it any longer. It doesn't work, though; now Sasha has so many more questions: what does she look like? Is she kind? Just who is Midge?

However, she manages to put her curiosity aside to focus on the other matter she's brought up. When Reggie pulls away, she draws her hand back as well, curling it back into a nervous ball. ]

Not just her... [ Sasha swallows lightly, struggling with the confidence to say the things that have been weighing on her mind for months. ] You still haven't told me anything about your world. I-I know you don't like to talk, but — but you can trust me, you know? I want to know...

[ Normally this part is almost second nature for her, but she hesitates for a moment, doing her best not to tear her eyes off Reggie the whole time. ]

Please.