Becky had been stopped before she could make it to the bathroom by a concerned stranger. His presence was bright and sunny and even warmer than Kisses'. It was impossible for her to stop crying. "I-I'll be OK, thank you. I just need space." Her voice was more or less calm with a slight cry to it. She had fairly well perfected control over her voice whenever this happened, but regardless of how much control she had over her voice there was still the tears and the slight sound of crying when she spoke. She continued past to the bathroom and found a safe place in the stall. The painful image of that truck hitting both her sister and herself had been branded into her memory. Even mentioning off-handedly anything dealing with it even if it was just time was enough to set the tears off.