For the third time, a simple, breath-like, "Yeah," is all Daisy offers at first, heavier sounding than the last that had already felt heavier than the one before it.

She sits up straighter, and visibly hesitates before an awkward but meaningful hand appears on Jon's shoulder.

"None of us saw it coming. Knew Bouchard was playing us, sure. That's his game. But... I dunno." It still crept up on them. And the worst part is she doesn't even have enough information to figure out how to avoid it. "...sorry. Know it's a lot."