There's a look that crosses her face, something considering, before her eyes flick to those around. Busy, distracted - not close enough. Her voice lowers, to reduce the risk of being overheard.

"What if said struggles are...too much for you to handle?"

She can't openly speak of violence, not in these circumstances. But she needs to know that if she speaks, he'll take her seriously. How rare that still is. How rare it's still likely to be.