She frowned thoughtfully, but also something about that kind of hurt. She had no idea she was doing that let alone why. She looked away from him, going quiet and internal as she took a drink of coffee. Did she blame herself? Did she think everything she did was wrong? Well, no. Not when she was out there being the Ragged Lady and smashing up bad guys and nasties. She knew what she was doing then. It wasn't the methods her dad or Harry would have liked, but they got the job done and she was good at it. Ah! There it was.
Hitting on something she frowned more and understood that hurt a bit better. "No it' okay. You're right." And now that she has acknowledged that hurt and doubt it was sitting up and demanding attention. "It's complicated." Harry. Murphy. They didn't like the Ragged Lady. They didn't approve. But that was who Molly was anymore. She couldn't help it. She was letting them down and it was her fault. She hadn't even realized she was beating herself up about it.