"I'll be fine, Victor." Much as she trusts him-- years lost or not-- sorting out the matter of emotion doesn't come easy. Hasn't even at the best of times. This isn't among them, to say the least, but she cares enough to assuage whatever apparent concern he's got.

And then, after the initial dismissal, she does him the favor of backtracking, scraping her knuckles gently across the counter. "Well we're not meant for it, are we? This-- any of it. Sitting about on our asses waiting for the world to change."