Sometimes she gets lost inside her own head. Sometimes the letters all twist around in her mouth like snakes swallowing their own tails, and by the time she's found the end of them, the conversation has already turned to something else, and she is left with her strings of words hanging limply in the air. Sometimes she doesn't bother to try.
Sometimes she secludes herself in her room far away from everyone so that she doesn't even have to make talking an option, and no one ever notices. Sometimes she wishes that someone would care enough to let her speak.