She shakes her head, even as her face twists. "I can't. I can't, I have- I'm okay." It's like she knows, even though she doesn't, because that's when she pushes at his hands, when she steps back, even though she's still scrubbing at her cheeks, and she smiles, and it's accompanied by a shrug. "He's not here, and it was an accident. I scared him, and- so it's alright." She pulled in a deep, deep breath. "I- your shirt. Sorry, I just- I freaked out a little bit." She takes another deep breath, like she's squaring herself away.