Huh, apparently the answer is 'yes', but that person is her. She braces herself-- then makes a half-sound, a sympathetic, exhaled ah, and tries to stamp down the sinking feeling that she's seen that expression before, on another kid two worlds away from here. Heard that guy in similar tones. She wishes she didn't know what a kid reliving his mom's death looked like.

The memory comes to her, of telling Hope, there's no room for sympathy. What a joke. She doesn't sigh. Instead, she leans forward, head tilting to try and catch his eye again.

"Hey, don't... Thanks, for telling me."