[...it's hard, sorting yourself out after you've pushed your emotions a little too far for a second. Lisa slowly regains herself after a moment, helped along by the hand holding hers. She smiles down at Illya, able to handle that much, before she takes a deep breath, eyes still a little watery. The quaver in her voice is there if you're listening for it, but she's got just enough vocal training to mask it otherwise.]

Sometimes crying is all I know how to do, you know? Because either I cry or I scream. And- [sniffle-] I'd rather cry for other people than for myself anyway. I've cried enough for myself.

[She pauses, and reaches into a side pocket of her tote for a tissue with her free hand with a very clearly practiced motion. She dabs at her eyes briefly before trying to clear her nose.]

But... thanks. I didn't mean to make you worry over me. I'll apologize for that. Not for the rest of it, though.