Her eyes are drawn to him little by little, until she's watching every word tumble from his lips. She's not prepared for this. Frayed emotionally and coming down from an adrenaline rush, still half asleep, she doesn't know what to say.

She tried to lose herself in a bottle more than once. Tried to take care of everything by herself. Lost the only man she really loved. Put her loved ones in danger by deviling the only truly dangerous man she's ever met. The same man who killed her beloved.

But she wasn't there. So what can she say?



"So I've heard. I made an appointment t'talk t'somebody today. They jus' wanted t'talk t'Guppy first."

So no need to worry. No need to join the chorus of people telling her to talk to a doctor, a therapist, a psychiatrist, whatever. She's got it well in hand.