She had someone too, didn't she? Not a dad. Maybe a brother, or... the memory slips away again, elusive.

There's a slight delay as Light forgets to look at Gwen, but when she realises she's stopped talking-- she notices the offered hand just in time to take it in a quick grasp at the wrists. Her touch is careful, which is fortunate when her fingertips brush the edge of something under the hem of Gwen's sleeve. Confused by the shape, she drops her grip awkwardly and looks away.

"Lightning- uh, Light. Don't worry about it. Only reason I'm not the same is I figure someone's gonna show themselves sooner or later, and we'll get our answers then."