"Okay."

She nods, more to herself than anything.

"Okay," she says again, and starts moving toward the bedroom to pack a duffel with sweats, pajamas, and toiletries.

"I'm sorry, I -- make yourself at home, Rudy," she calls over her shoulder. "I'll be just a minute. There's, um, there's fresh coffee; if you want any, just help yourself to the kitchen."

Her hands are shaking as she pulls a black bag from the closet.