[she considers them] The darker one, I think. [she takes a sip of tea, letting silence stretch for a moment. and then she sighs. after all, her desire not to think about her own current worries isn't an excuse for ignoring his, and it's rather obvious that Hawk is preoccupied] Mister--erm, Hawk? Is everything... [she stops, pursing her lips again] Well. I'm sure "all right" would be an overstatement, but...is there anything else I could do for you?