[Camille's jaw tightens. She wets her lips and looks at her feet. Running the theories, schooling the rise of indignation.

Is it fair to needle at her for every minute detail? Or does she need something better than an interrogation right now.]

Okay. [Camille swallows, then puts a light hand on her arm.] Well, you're here now. It's not safe, but it's not there.

Is there anything that helps quiet them down? Give you a bit of peace?