[Smile. Just a little one.] Maybe a little sweet. [Drawn in heart, but she sighs and quickly moves on.] Dammit, Damian.
[A longer pause. She's sitting on the floor of the shop's office, her back against the desk in there, knees pulled up. She closes her eyes for a bit and then shakes her head, opening them again to write.] I know we can't be there at the same time, but do you need me to come over and do anything? I wouldn't know what would help at this point.