[ She feels pretty pathetic for breaking down like this. It's just the utter and complete fear of things going back to the way they once were-- the loneliness, the quietness. Paired with one horrible gut instinct means Roxy does not feel very good at all.
But it is the thought that she isn't completely alone that has her finally calm. Calliope is right here, and though the situation is difficult, she's still right there.
Eventually she draws away, and she wipes at her nose with her sleeve. She tries out a small smile, but finds she can't quite hold it up. ]
Sorry. ... And thanks. I, um. I'm totally overreacting. I don't know why I feel so fucking hopeless. It's gonna be fine. I'll get to talk to them all tomorrow. It's late even where Jane is, and she's three hours behind us, so it makes just fine sense.