No, I-- I'll do what I can. If it's him, then I especially can't just... turn away from all of this, knowing what's going to happen.

[even if it's kind of killing her, a little, thinking about it. but she's always been pretty good at covering up her feelings. a few deep breaths, and she straightens, looking-- more or less okay, if tired.]

Just tell me what I can do for you. I'll help.

[she doesn't quite bring herself to ask aloud, but her thoughts do it for her: who else was it?]