Marin moves her hand up and down.
And then her foot.
"I was considering telling you that it wasn't, just so that I could see what you look like when you're worried," she says in a fairly unemotive and measured voice. "Maybe next time."

She pauses.
"Yes, I'm fine."
She stands up.
She shakes her head to feel the distinct lack of something there. She raises a hand to her throat, and then moves the turtleneck back up. "Yeah, I'm..."
Marin laughs.
She tries for another sneak-attack hug. "Yeah! I'm fine! You're the best!"

"Quick! Tell me to do something!"