"I understand," she says, because she really does. She reaches out, not quite touching, just offering a hand if he wants it. She doubts he'll take it but it feels wrong not to at least offer.

"Thank you," she says, "for hearing me out, and... for letting me come in here. And for the coffee. I'm sorry I was so... Well. I'm sorry." She looks down at her coffee for a moment. "If you ever need to talk to anyone about anything you can always talk to me. I'm right upstairs. Okay?"