[Sophie's hand is shaking as she pours out the water into cups. she doesn't look at him for a moment, but then she sets the kettle back on the range, and she turns to him with a face full of tears--and frustration]

Of course I'm not all right! My husband is missing, my son is stuck as a kitten, and because of this town, I couldn't even remember--!

[but her tirade loses its steam, and with one more shout of frustration, she dissolves briefly into sobs]

When I get my hands on them, it'll be green slime for them! I'll find a way to make them--!