[Ahahahahahahaha what this doesn't bother her at all what are you talking about what is this sound of tires screeching and rolling backwards and awaaaaay. The surprise flickers in her eyes and then:]
Oh. [J f c.] That's-- [GREAT?? God fuck, okay. Her smile is the most awkward, already getting ahead of herself without knowing the full explanation.] Neal, look, if you're worried about me, don't. I get it, and honestly your life is not any of my business for you to feel obligated to tell me about it.