She opened her mouth to protest, to come up with excuses about being busy or Trevor bothering her or having to run the shop on her own, but nothing came out. "Yeah," she finally managed after a moment. "Yeah, I have been." She forced herself to look at him, but couldn't stop the tears welling up in her eyes and she hated it, she hated crying, hated feeling scared and emotional, but she couldn't help it. "I'm scared," she said quietly, her voice cracking midway through the word.