[She wishes things weren't so messy right now. She'd figure this all out, otherwise.]

Sure, one second. [She opens and closes a few cupboards; her intimate familiarity with where he keeps things seems to have vanished, although she feels like she should know where everything is here. But she finds the glasses and fills it up, carefully handing it to him.]

I... I'm not really sure, if I'm honest with you. I hadn't thought it over. I probably shouldn't be here, right? My memories are all jumbled and... I don't know. It would be strange, right? Being like this. I should have waited this out and called him when it was over.