[ The touch makes her clench her jaw, so much that it hurts her teeth. And yet Rebecca doesn't pull away, just letting her muscles stay tense, letting her throat squeeze shut. ]

There are many things, that I- that I don't think'll be okay, ever again.

[ Just her honest assumption. She blows that breath out. Nice and slow. Nice and slow, Rebecca. ]

Max. ...Everyone. They're still there. And this as as close as I can get, to...doing anything. Sitting at a fucking computer.