She blushes a little bit when he laughs, though it's not hard to see why he would. It's neither the most delicate nor the crudest way she could've said it, and goodness knows that given where the two of them had started--and the kind of places they came from, along with it--it's a mark of how the two of them have grown that she's able to say anything like it at all.

"Maybe I'm making it more important than it is," she concedes, the advice sounding enough like what she'd already heard to weight that side of things more heavily. "Especially since it's Darrow, and Darrow's different. We both know Darrow's different. But it's not unimportant, at least not to me. You're also right, though. She shouldn't have assumed, and I..."

She sighs then, a rueful huff of breath, and shrugs. "I have to figure out where to go from here."