As she waited for the order, Genesis kept looking back over at Beti, not knowing what was going on but sure she was witnessing the beginnings of some sort of breakdown.
When she brought the food back over to Beti, she sat down beside her and put an hand gently on Beti's arm, wondering if the younger woman might want some sort of physical comfort. "Here," she said softly, passing across the wrapped pita. "Do you wanna talk about it, or do you just want to sit quietly and eat?"