"Ahh," he said, hovering for a moment before deciding she probably wanted space, should she decide to tell her story, and also, he needed to start moving food around. He was reluctant to pry because it seemed to be a prickly topic anyway. From the safety of the kitchen, implements in hand, he gently called: "Do you want to vent about it? Or you can just soothe yourself with bacon-wrapped filets.."