She wants to reach out and tuck away any lock of hair that she can find, some instinctual leftover need from John, but she withdraws her hand before it can get too close. She lowers her gaze to the floor and allows her expression to go cooler. She can't care that much, just in case something does happen to him. "Okay," she says, subdued, but in agreement. "It's your life. They're your choices."