No I...no. I'll be fine. [A small enough lie, though she does wipe a few frustrated tears away, locking the rest down for...later. Never. She won't have the time anyway. A deep breath, and then she's composed. Mostly.]

An alcoholic, womanizing bastard. One of those in my life was enough Jack. [She takes the fruit with a soft, laugh and stares at it.] What in god's name is this?