[She looks up at the touch, smiling at him gratefully, if wistfully.] Of course. No, she came back right as rain, as far as I can tell, though... she's been a bit down since then. I suppose I understand. It was weird, a little, to be dead and then... not again.

[She sits up straighter, as if trying to draw herself up from the spell of moody reminiscence.] It's been lively enough, yes, and I think we're finally back to a, well, sensible number of people. Things are actually working out even if someone can't come in. And that happens a lot.