For the briefest of moments, Roxie faltered. His smiling face tugged at her heartstrings, but she pushed those feelings away. She needed to do this. He deserved someone who, at the moment, was not a broken Warbird, and it wouldn't be fair to him, to put him through whatever she was dealing with.

And she was dealing with a lot.

Roxie crossed her arms over her chest - a defensive posture, if there ever was one - and looked past him. She didn't want to meet his eyes. She couldn't.

"The crepes smell delicious," she said off-handedly.