She glances over, nods. She's the type of person now that counts exits, counts doors; that pays attention to what her back is to, if it's breakable or solid, if it's open and how so.

That table will pass, though she likes to be a bit deeper in for herself. So she nods and heads that way.

"What's it gonna take to make you feel like you've done your job and can move on regret free?"