[ Silently, a hand reaches over her shoulder and offers what appears to be a fruity iced drink, complete with a large plastic spoon and a thick straw.
It's a good bit melted because it took a little while to find her.
The arm leads back to (1) Neil Dylandy -- cybernetic eye and all -- who's giving her a soft, sad smile. He knows. He was listening, and it was distressing, but he can only imagine what it was like for her.
Whether she takes it or not, he silently takes a seat next to her with his own drink, and leans back... but he gives her plenty of space in case she's not comfortable. Stupid alternate timelines... ]