[Sheska makes her way to the front, trailing her fingers along the shelf edges just as she had as a teenager and fetching up just about where that chair had been. He'd offered her tea then, too. A habit, maybe. Whichever, it would allow her to stall a little. She still wasn't entirely sure she should be here. Discussing this. But who better to talk to? Surely he'd have some insight into this mess.]

Ah... yes, please, if that's all right.