"Um, yeah," Chrissy says again, summoning up a faint little half-smile, trying at least for a moment not to look as awkward as she feels. It's not his fault, after all. None of this is, and he's not the reason for any unease she feels. If anything, he does the opposite. He shouldn't have to deal with any of this, though. These problems were hers from the start, and at least before, she was going to him for a specific reason, a customer wanting to make a purchase. Now, she's just lost and afraid and deeply shaken, coming to him because she doesn't know where else to go or what to do.

As much as she already feels like an imposition, though, something to drink does sound like an alright place to start, as does getting off her feet. She feels unsteady, a little woozy, and she's not sure if it's because of whatever happened to her body in Eddie's trailer, whatever brought her here, or simply that she can't remember the last time she ate anything she kept down. "Some water would be good. And to sit?"

Even with his having basically offered, she still waits to get an okay before she heads to the couch. Once there, she takes a seat at the far side of it, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, toes of her sneakers hanging off the edge of the cushion, like she's trying to make herself as small as possible. A part of her has wanted for a long time just to disappear, and maybe she should be relieved now that she apparently did. She just wouldn't have wanted it like this.