"But it can be me. I can handle it." Could she really though? No. Not really. It's all starting to pile up inside. Bubbling to a surface of anguish, loneliness, and helplessness. The loneliness is the worst though. It stabs into her like a knife and twists deeper in the longer she's here. Now it's a constant pang that reminds her of how alone she is.

Back home someone would have told her to go somewhere safe by herself if something bad was happening. At first she'd thought there was a certain novelty in that not being the case here. Finally she got to do things! She got to participate! Nobody worried about her or fretted over whether she could really handle it. Novelty's fade. Now there's just this emptiness that's threatening to consume everything. She misses them. No matter what they had always been there for each other.

Tears sting her eyes and she blinks to keep them from coming out. Maybe he won't notice. She hopes he won't.

"I think that's what I saw." You've already said that. She thinks to herself and then shakes her head. "Yes. Maybe? I've been trying to see so much." And drinking a lot with it. Speaking of. "Do you want a drink?" She does!