[It takes her another handful of moments of watching the water run, of soaking her hands in it, of jostling it up to turn the soap to foam, but when she speaks again her voice is back to the way it was. She needs to figure out how to keep that under wraps, somehow. Some control or- shit, she doesn't know. He was always a better after than her.

Fantasy Rome wasn't built in a day. Just remember that.]

Hey, sometimes style is painful, right? Don't tell me you're afraid of a little heat.

[She dumps a pile of dishes into the water, beginning to scrub.]

I don't mind cleaning up, if you're, you know.

[Uncomfortable.]

Busy.