[Ochako mirrors the action, crossing her arms over her chest with a frown for a moment before she sighs and shakes her head.]

I'm not talking about me. You owe it to the people who do know you better, and who care about your well-being to let them know you were in danger all this time. You shouldn't have had to suffer - it's... [She squeezes her eyes shut, biting her lip hard.] It's not weak to ask for help when you really need it. ...It's not.

[Said more in general than to him specifically. Pride is a strong deterrent to rational thought. Ochako knows. She's dealt with it time and time again in various people she knows and in herself as well. Fear. Weakness. Not being able to perform on your own, do things yourself, with your own power. All sort of things just pile up. She gets it.

A pause, long and stiff after the last part. It doesn't hurt, not really, because it's the truth. They've only really just met a little while ago, really, mostly to fight, or through mutual friends. And more recently...to fight for a far more serious matter. Still--]

...Can you trust me to help save you?