[Her hands fold on the table, and she wishes that she had her gloves on today so that she could hide the way the colour drains from her knuckles with how hard she squeezes her fingers. She'd rather not think about that particular detail for... obvious reasons...

So, she hastily tries to move on from it.]

Look. I just... wasn't sure what to say or do when I saw you again. We kind of left things on a... weird note, and I guess seeing you again so suddenly, and like that... surprised me a bit.