She takes a moment to compose herself before she sighs and answers, "Yeah. Yeah I'm done."

She'd like to go a bit longer, usually, but the turn in the conversation has set her off kilter. The idea of keeping going with York standing around now feels like letting the guy poke around an open wound.

She chugs the last of her water and stretches out, wipes the sweat from her face. She feels much less pent-up than she did, she really did need this.

She even gives York another slightly begrudging, "Thanks," as she's winding down, even if she won't look at him.