[With her figure nestled safely in her lap and the pajamas as cushioning, Rin draws up her feet onto the chair, so she can hug her knees close to herself, and lets her forehead drop down. When she speaks again, her words are a little muffled for it.]

This is only the second time I've been backed into a corner like that. [At the time it felt like the first, but still. Throat thick, she can speak, but her voice shakes slightly.] I thought I had a handle on it. But then you said what you did, and I felt depressed all over again.

[Maybe she wasn't doing as well as she thought, if that's all it took. Maybe she really was just bottling it up.]