"Can I just..." she looks around, at a loss. "Just sit here for a bit? I'll stay out of your hair, I promise, I just need to sit for a little while."

She can't quite make eye contact; it's not because she doesn't want to look at him, but because she's almost ashamed, that she's admitting weakness, that she's unable to just soldier on home, whatever. Her apartment is so quiet, so empty, even Alastair isn't enough company to keep her out of her head right now.