She nods her head, not wanting to speak past the knot in her throat. Tears threaten fall hot and fast down her cheeks, and she breathes in, shaky and close to letting out another sob in an attempt to calm down again.

Her reactions in the moment of her strongest emotions are always hardest to control when they come around to grief. She knows she needs to stop before she starts. She'll get worn out otherwise.

"Mmmkay," she agrees, turning toward the stairs she'd stumbled up to get here. It's only a flight and a half, and then it's the normal halls, with the luxury of elevators on the inside of the hotel. ""You really think so?"