[There's another hovering moment, waiting, watching him. There's something faintly excruciating about doing this via communicator. She doesn't have her body to focus on, keeping her hands unclenched, forcing herself not to tremble. She doesn't know when she's dismissed. After a few seconds she startles faintly, realizing that Charles expects a response once again. She doesn't feel like she has anything worthwhile to say. When she casts about for words, they start off meek, then pour out in a ragged rush.]

...I didn't know. I didn't know it could do anything that bad just by accident and I know it doesn't matter and I'm still responsible and it was terrible. You're right, what do you want me to say?

[Her voice is cracking again and she blinks, rapidly. She won't cry. She's the villain here.]