[Sherry really was not expecting all of that. The advice, the confession, even just what he sounded like didn't quite match the picture she'd had in her head from his texts. He certainly sounded younger than she thought he would. So it's a few minutes before she actually responds, this time voice as well. And she definitely sounds as young as she is, whoops.]

That's...thank you. I, uhm. I'm sorry you had to do that. With your dad. I bet that was really hard, walking away.

My parents, they both...they died. Just...just two weeks ago, actually. Right after I started to, to understand what they were...I mean, I don't understand what they were doing, it's all science stuff but it...it was really bad and a...a lot of people died. And I...

[The longer she talks, the more her voice starts to break, because Sherry hasn't actually dealt with any of this, and has been running on pure emotional adrenalin since the moment she had arrived here. There were so many things to see, she could forget about what happened. Sometimes. For a little while.]

[She trails off into a hard sniffle, and the faintly audible sound of rubbing her hands across her eyes, trying not to cry.]

[And mostly failing.]

Sorry, sorry...

[ooc: Apologies for how late this is.]