They both have those habits, these two: keeping themselves busy, picking up additional tasks, never letting themselves lapse into too much stillness.

"I think so?" Brigitte admits after a pause. "I mean, I'll have to be. Others have lost worse. It's just... another job. A bigger job. I can do it." Her hand catches her friend's where it rests on her shoulder; squeezes once, accepting the comfort that was offered.

Then, self-deprecating and a little bemused: "This probably sounds like the laziest thing, but sometimes it feels like the rooms are just sooooo far away even though I know they're just upstairs. But the warmth down here is just... nice. I like being around the people. Does that make sense?"