[She's hip to this sort of deceptive niceness by now, and would be dismissive of it were it not for the fact that she is genuinely concerned she's hurt her feelings.]

Hey, no — that's not — I'm not lying!

[She's rubbing at the back of her head again...

Her shoulders slump, and she says, begrudgingly now, looking off to the side:] ...Maybe you are a little odd-looking, b-but not in a bad way! [She adds, quickly.] It's just new, is all. I didn't mean to offend you.