"Yeah well- well I don't know. What do you want me to say? That letting him kill you would totally have stopped him. I'm not a genius. Hell, I'm not even smart."

Anger gives way to feeling helpless. She sits back on the edge of some rusty piece of machinery.

"I can't deal with it, Drift. I just want you around. You're-"

She shuts herself up, not trusting what she'd say beyond 'you're important'.