"Then what's wrong, Laertes?" She keeps her voice even. Despite her need to growl. No one could frustrate her in no time like the bullheaded man in front of her.

"We're supposed to sittin' and relaxin' here. Enjoyin' bein' with our family and friends. And you're a million miles away." She is still hesitant as she fingers the collar of his shirt. "Y'all can tell me. Ah promise to try to help."