"Oh, th-hi-hank you-hoo," she said as the waterworks really began. She had never cried in public before, but just being where she was at made her miserable on so many levels. She accepted the hanky with a pitiful sniffle and buried her face in the cloth. "I'm terrib-bly sor-horry," she squeaked out. "I am a mess aren't I?" She went on to ask, her voice's pitch rising into a tiny little sound. She then steeled herself and stiffened up, balefully mopping up the wet salt running down her cheeks. She sighed, "Ahhh..."

Though she managed to stop the little bit of sobbing, there were a few stray tears that glistened their way down her cheeks. She sighed again and dabbed now at her eyes.