[ She stays in her spot on the couch, looking forward to the wall, at nothing. She's not lost in her thoughts, so much as she keeps repeating the same thing over in her brain - what sort of a friend am I? - and not having any answer to that.

After staying sitting up for, probably a minute, Erica groans and falls on the couch, curling up in a ball to silence the burn inside. When he speaks, she raises up a hand to let him know she's still, y'know. Alive, and stuff. ]

I have strong feelings on burgers. [ There's a snort. ] I have a deep emotional connection with burgers. I love burgers - especially right now.