[She had scuttled halfway to her bedroom to grab that extra chair and opened her mouth to say "I'm okay!" but she closes her mouth again, forgetting about the chair for just a moment. She reaches up and, out of habit, gently tugs on her ponytail, casting her gaze off to the side. It seems that Mia knows Pilouette all too well.]

Well...I mean, I'm not not okay, but...[She pauses briefly while she figures out how to explain it.] I mean, I guess I kind of feel sort of mixed up or...or something. It's like, kind of complicated.