"Right," she said softly, and quickly withdrew her hands, clasping them together against her chest for lack of knowing what else to do with them. Her gaze fell briefly on the pocket watch, now somehow reassembled, and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. "I am sorry, Kennet," she said a last time, then made her way to the door. She would not stay to bother him... she had done enough harm for the evening, and no longer trusted that good intentions would be enough to repair the damages.
She swept from the trailer, leaving only the pocketwatch and the swirling, charred remains of his paperwork to indicate she had even been there.