Also, she is shy. That’s what she says, at least. “Painfully shy. I hated school. The thought of sitting in a room with twenty kids my age and everybody talking freaked me out.” She says she had only one friend growing up. She has trouble in big groups, unless that group is her family. Big family, huge family.
And yet she talks comfortably, confidently, laughing a lot of the time. “Fuck that bitch!” she jokes about competing for roles. She talks about being nervous about her photo shoot since she spent the last month in London, working on a play, thirty nights at the pub. And when she doesn’t know an answer, she doesn’t wiggle away or sidestep or try to meet you halfway. She knocks it down by saying, “I don’t know.” It’s not rude, just honest.