She sat there near his door, worried if she kept standing on her wobbling and sore feet she might fall over. "Really? I. That's good. Good. I'm glad. That's...so she's good? Better than me? Prettier, a lot prettier and just as smart. I, well I can't blame you for trading up. You were always shrewd. Ap-Aperture deserves a good, pretty, smart woman. You, hell, you deserve one like her. I. Good good it's good. You didn't even need me." She let out a laugh that slowed into sobs as she covered her face with her hands.