... Restless. [She's not sure what to think of that. It makes sense, given what happened, but then more thoughts occur, and she tries to clamp down tightly on them.] Is there any way I could help with that?

[At his question, she glances toward a small plate sitting to the side on the counter, with bits of an orange peel left on it, and some remains of mostly-burnt toast.] ... I already ate. That's why I was bringing this in to you.