"You know, maybe I can find a less...public job. It won't be as nice...well...high profile, but I think I can get by." She rambled, focusing on the liquid in her glass, unsure if she was lying to him or herself. "I mean I have a lot in savings, assuming it is still there, and I mean I haven't talked to my mother yet, but I'm sure she would be willing to help, and my father, if they're still..."

And that was when she broke open and feel apart. It was an odd sorta of curling in on herself, her knee coming up and her body contouring down, as if she was protecting the drink clutched in her hand. Her head dropped, trying to hide her face, trying to protect herself as the weight of everything came crashing down.