[ Sarah runs a hand through her hair, flustered, ashamed. She wants another drink, but can't bring herself to hail a waitress and have someone interrupt the conversation. Instead she holds onto her empty glass and stares at it as if she can will it to refill by itself. ]

After you jumped, I stole your bag off the platform. It seemed like you had money. It was only supposed to be for a day or two, but shit... [ she finishes weakly, ] Happened.