She smiles ruefully at the coffee, her unadorned fingers playing at the plastic lid while it's still too hot to drink. Her lips twist as she tries to figure out how to answer that. She's been worse, but she's been better. The last six months were a whole different beast from the dramatics she'd faced here. Finally, she huffs just a bit and drops the tilt of her lips.

"Kinda, I guess. You?"