[It's as close to a yes as Beau is giving. She's always been kind of shitty about giving actual answers, and she can already tell that's pretty much all of what this conversation is going to be. But she's... trying. Sure. Trying.

Beau opens her other eye, drifting her gaze a little lower, not quite staring her down.]

It's not-- at you. It wasn't your fault, so.

[But when Beau thought it was, damn, it hurt. That sort of thing just doesn't become okay when you've been hinging on getting some questions answered, and in a moment they all became the wrong ones to ask. It's been eating at her, but people notice when things are a problem now. Beau's not sure she's entirely used to it yet.]

You just-- dropped off at about the same time as Fjord and Jess. Was kinda hard to deal with.