"I don't know." Kherrie said, shaking her head a little. "I wasn't expecting it to go well. I was sort of expecting... someone to sit there and tell me how I'm supposed to be feeling." She said, admitting it for the first time.
"It's been rough. Very rough. And... how about you? How are you handling things?" She knew about his arm through the grapevine, and knew that he'd been affected by the disaster just as much as she had.