"Oh, em, well," Brighid stumbled over the words, regret pricking at her already. The fluster she felt quickened her words and thickened her accent. "I didn't mean ya' looked bad, just, em. People might think ya'd been cryin' a bit and, em. But if ya've had bad news, that's understandable, yeah? I'm sorry, I just ..." She trailed off, one hand reaching up to rub the back of her neck self-consciously. There was a slight dimming of the lights as the lift slowed, and Brighid held her breath, waiting for the thing to get stuck between floors and make this conversation even more painful.