*He looks at her for a bit. Shame. It's an emotion he's learned to recognize well. He shouldn't get too close; he's a dead man walking, after all. But...

He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder.*

Hey. Don't feel bad. You got it. There's no sense in feeling bad about it. I don't know all the details, and frankly I don't wanna know. But I don't judge you or anything, so don't worry about it. Let's focus on the job at hand, okay?