[ Watching him carefully, Grell keeps her glass close to her lips, swirling its contents absently. Perhaps to distract from the way she chews at her lip slightly. ]

The simplest way to describe it, I suppose, would be that my soul wasn't meant for this body. I've never felt at home in it, and it shall never give me what I desire from it... [ She shrugs, gaze drifting off. ] Even if I were to take the steps to transition now, the latter would never change-- but I hope that science may progress in that area, in time.