Glancing between Cindy and Richard there was some confusion in her eyes now. Cindy seemed far more nervous than the situation warranted and Richard was apologizing as if he'd already done something wrong. This whole situation seemed like there was an undercurrent to it that she just wasn't catching and she hated not having all the information needed to assess a situation.<br/><br/>"Richard, you don't have anything to apologize for, I didn't ask your last name and you've done nothing to make me think you're any sort of monster," she added with a touch of her confusion, and returning annoyance in her voice. "It does sound like you've got some family issues of your own though, maybe I should send you a family therapist once I find a grief counselor," she teased trying to lighten the oddly tense moment.<br/><br/>Glancing to Cindy she gave the petite woman a small smile, "Please sit down, being hovered over makes me feel like an invalid. I may be grieving but I'm not ready for a rubber room just yet."