[Nodding slowly, she supposes that true: if you have something you must do, something like what she'd gathered from Allen, then you have to be cold-hearted to get it done. She's seen it, done it before]
[She shifts at Rebecca's sudden inquiry though, averting her eyes down to her tea with what's clearly a little bit of embarrassment as she twists her cup around in her hands, as she's wont to do when at a loss, and fumbles for a response that's decent, without laying herself out bare before another]
Well-- It's not that way, really... I mean, this wasn't to change it so much as... as affirm that that part of him I hoped--er, suspected was there, actually is there.