( A nod, slow. Thinking, honestly. There's a rawness in her gaze that lasts a couple seconds before she shakes her head. )

That takes balls, Sarah. Getting out of something like that isn't easy. I mean, stealing coke and that— it takes balls, too, but even just the leaving part.

( It's not smart, but desperate time, yeah? More quietly, ) I'm sorry he hit you.

( She isn't very articulate, and she doesn't think she's doing this right, at all. She isn't sure if there's a right way to do it. )