*gets a nice stomach full of twisty ache (Eru, this is so awkward and it's hard enough seeing you every day)* Oh. Thanks.
*gets the strong feeling she's repeating herself but doesn't know what else to say (I'm sorry has been done to death and it doesn't make this any easier)* It's fine. Really. *is forced to look at you again, purely because you're the elephant in the room, but she's even more puzzled by what she sees in your bearing, now that they're off the set and she can't help but know you as Elliott—a sense of stillness, perhaps, that she's not used to* *feels utterly foolish asking, but thinks she's obligated to try and smooth the way a little* Is, um, is everything all right?