Annie is a familiar-ish sight from the smithy, but even ish is good enough for Brig, and therefore a welcome thing. The two women have crossed paths at the forge, but they've also been ships in the night for a bit, and not had a chance to really get to know each other yet. Figures, that it had to be something like this to bring them together.

"He's okay. Tony reminded me to check in on him." A small laugh; not from any real amusement, but it's a self-deprecating sound, a what-the-hell-can-we-do-but-laugh sound. "Trust that man to remember everything even when he's away."

'Away'. That's a safe, toothless way of describing the situation. Brigitte wouldn't ordinarily shy away from calling a spade a spade, but she doesn't even know how to pin the right words to what's happening. Where even are the others?

"Are you okay?" Annie patently isn't, but Brigitte is polite enough to ask, gently, first.