It's something she's experienced herself more than once, but remained silent on. The crushing, overwhelming feeling of it all is only dissipated by part of the problem existing here. Living and breathing and present, not a ghost whose touch echoes without ever being true. Reminders, always, but now it's solid. She still sought vengeance.

She lets her hand fall wayward, uncomfortable now but not visibly so. She's not sure if there was recognition of the gesture or not, but since he didn't ask what it meant she has to assume he knew and chose not to.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean." He seemed to be aware of saying he's new but did he not hear all the rest of it? She doesn't want to just say 'forget it,' but hell if this isn't awkward. "If I'm bothering you, I'll get a move on."