[She won't let him leave the room. Not until he's calm, reasonable, at least able to see some semblance of logic -- and it frightens her that she's not sure when that'd be. Clay was gone to her for a long time before popping up in Marina, tearing open an old wound but leaving her to see that his... his were in far worse condition than she could've imagined.]
Sit down Clay. Please. [Reaching out finally, just a touch on the arm. Barely there as she leans forward to try and catch his eye. His attention.] I will explain everything I know how to explain, but I need you to listen. To look at me, to trust me and to listen to what I have to say, okay?