I'm hurt because you, you— [ her third sniffle. Then she looks up at his him. Her mascara's ruined, and she can feel it going down her cheeks, mixed with her tears. ] You're so you.

[ +4 sniffs. She lets him go, taking a bright blue handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wiping her face with it. She wheezes out a small, quiet giggle when the handkerchief is mostly stained black. ] I ruined my makeup.

[ She folds the handkerchief and puts it back into a pocket in her jacket. ]

Yeah, sitting... would be nice. I've been on my feet the whole day.