She waved her hands, clearly in her own head as she started toward the cell door. "No, no, no, it's okay. I'm sorry. This is just a different situation and I'm being weird and reacting weird."
He watched her leave, looking completely bewildered. "Did I do something?" he asked, following her. "I'm sorry."
His smile was uncertain and he tilted his head. "A little," he admitted, approaching her. "Are you okay?"
He frowned, reaching out and touching her jaw, turning her head gently to look at him. "Can you talk to me about it?" he asked softly.
"I don't even know what to talk about," she said honestly, putting her hands on the sides of her face. "I don't know."