[Mikaela backs off a step, patting down her pockets looking for a napkin or something. No luck. She wipes her face with the palms of her hands, smearing her makeup. She's embarrassed and trying to get it under control.; the incredible concern in the robot's voice does not make that easier.]

Sorry! God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-- to start crying like a baby like that. Are you gonna be okay, I didn't make a mess on your exoplating, did I?