[She looks at him, a wry smile cracking her weariness as the moon occasionally surfaces behind the clouds.] Pretty good.

[Her tone carries wry warmth and empathy and then she shrugs, the humor dropping from her features until she's all earnest - if still somewhat raw - attentive listening.] If you think talking about it more will help, I'll listen - or if you want to get going to keep sorting it out, I don't want to keep you.