There was no offense taken at the comment, though she did shift slightly in her seat, turning her head to look out the window so he wouldn't be able to clearly see her expression. A defense mechanism of a sort, against remembering a moment of fear before she'd steeled herself and kept moving forward. "I took a bus," she explained simply. "I could only get as far as Toronto."

Because she didn't have a way of making money that didn't require selling herself in some way to those men who had hands that wanted to wander. Despite what he might think, she'd been careful in who she chose to get rides with. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that even with her poison skin, there were ways people could still hurt her.