[For a few moments, Pauline remains tense, keeping her eyes on him as she tries to process this information. She clutches the vase in her hands a little tighter, before exhaling slowly and placing it down on the table perhaps a bit harder than she means to.]

Yeah. Yeah, no, okay. No, yeah, that like, checks out.

[She pulls out one of the chairs and sits down, staring at the surface of the table. She's honestly more than a little embarrassed.]

Um, sorry about...all of that. I feel like my mind gets fiddled enough with enough in this place that I should like, totally know better by now.