She sets the mugs down on the counter and realizes she doesn't have anything else to pretend to be busy with, so she turns back to look at Chris. "It was weird, but... it means a lot that you tried. That you, uh... that you stayed with me."

Looking up toward the ceiling, she blinks a few times, because she's so fucking tired of crying over this, but it's so hard not to. There are a lot of people who'd protect her, she knows that, but knowing it and living through it are two seriously different things. Maybe she's lucky in that way, getting to see what someone would do for her in a situation like that. It's probably not the sort of thing many people get to really experience.