"Hey." The word itself is almost a sigh but she quickly covers it with a smile of her own. The feeling in the pit of her stomach gets worse but she keeps the smile in place. Her hand falls from the wall and she moves to pour herself into the chair next to him.

"... Sooooooooooo--" What the fuck is she supposed to say? Oh hey, congrats on your boy getting dragged to this corner of Hell along with you! Really glad he's here so you two can go through this bullshit together. At least you won't die alone? No. No to all of it.

She hesitates, but finally places her hand on his arm and just stares at the mug on the table.