[Friends do that. Yeah, that seems about right, so she nods vaguely and twists her fingers together around the napkin under the table. She doesn't like not knowing what's going on, asking these awkward questions and feeling embarrassed when she gets it wrong.]

I'm not surprised to hear I was depressed. [She says, finally.] Or that I threw myself into trying to save someone to fix it. Did it work? Was I better afterwards, or...

[Or had they failed?]