She forces a deep breath in before she counts to ten and then pushes it out through her nose in a metered fashion. When she's done, she repeats it, and when that's through, she feels like she has a better grasp on herself. She pushes her hand through her slick hair to get it off her forehead, starting to feel a chill run through her. "I got it," she agrees, practically muted, for her. "I'll come back when you're..." She's about to say 'calm', maybe 'normal', but she doesn't know if that's ever going to happen. "Less under the weather," she settles for with a smirk.