[Her head tips and leans against the window, staring out without really looking at anything. She just feels...empty. Useless. She wants to do more. Reassure him. She can tell he's worried. She can feel him behind her, watching over her, but still she stands and stares. She can't quite turn thought into action.
The fingers not holding the cigarette brush lightly over the screen. Again, she tries to phase. Again, there's nothing. She puts the cigarette between her lips, holding it there and reaches down to lift up the screen as well.]