[ There is nothing remotely chill as the kids say, about her response. It's partially due to the fact that in the moment, she can't control what goes through her mind and sends, she loses track of her filter, and so a litany of things come through all at once.

John will know that in person would have been no different. ]

𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙? 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘'𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒—

[ Finally she manages to wrangle control over the flow of her thoughts, leaning over with her head in her hands, taking a few deep breaths. ]

𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.