Regan swallows.

"You're dodging the question, Gabriel." Her voice is almost steady.

If she can focus on trivialities... if she can... she shies away from focusing too clearly on anything. Numb shock is settling in.

Regan folds her hands. Left curled loosely, right over it, thumbs overlapping. Feels the pressure of her fingers and doesn't let them clench. Every move is deliberate.

If she doesn't, she feels, she may shatter.