[The corner of Toko's mouth twitches. He certainly looks ashamed of himself. Sylvain had spoken highly of his good nature, but it takes more than a few kind words to smooth the chips in her shoulder.

She will take the bucket though. The broom is discarded against the wall and her eyes roll as she nabs the handle from him. He's right, it's helping the patients after all. Not just him.]

Wow. Did you n-need all three weeks just to think up that apology? [She shakes her head and starts off, slamming the wooden door open on her way out. Her grumbling thereafter may be intended for her own sake, but it's audible enough to catch.]

Figures the one t-time I try to warn people...if they aren't cooing over d-dogs they just call me crazy...serves them right if things get worse...like I'd be the one instigating anything...

[Her modest heels make clodding thumps on the gravel and rock-hard mud. She ought to have used that app to change into some new clothes, but she's certain she'll wind up looking stupider than she already does. Such is her fate, always and forever.

Is he following with the other bucket?]