I have no idea what the hell I just said, to be honest, but let's just say the dame needed help. She needed it bad.
So I pried further. "What is it that you've lost, letshavesexonmydesk?"
"What did you say?"
"Uh, nervous tick. So, what have you lost?"
Slick recovery, I thought to myself as I waited for her to say something.
"I've lost my -- my," she couldn't finish as she broke down, her swimming pool eyes overflowing with tears.