She wasn't sure what to say to the man when he spoke up about suppressing grief. Her wet eyes looked at him then and she gave a shuddering sigh, "I haven't had the time. And now is not the time either." Not in front of him, not when she just got there and had yet to do work for him. Her voice was ragged and soft as she spoke, raw, "I can't." But even as she tried to deny it, she could feel the tension winding up tighter and tighter.

"I-I-I..." Her eyes grew bright as if feverish, then she kind of looked like she was about to faint, all color had drained from her cheeks.