"I just wasn't think—what?" Her automatic response gets derailed halfway through, Cougar's slow question filtering in through the panic that's buzzing in her head and leaving her wrong-footed.

"I..." She honestly doesn't know what to say right now, her mouth hanging open as her eyes flick up to meet his, wide and blue in the bright Bolivian sunshine.

He doesn't look angry. A little stunned, maybe, but she's known Cougar for long enough, spent enough time with him, that she can read his minute facial expressions pretty well, and no, he's not angry. Frustrated, maybe, but she can't tell if that's at her or at his own struggles with coherency. She's not very coherent right now, either.

"I'm...sorry?"