There's an empty space, Maya doesn't respond right away, like she's taking her time to resolve how to say anything. It's clear there's a lot going on in her eyes, little shifts in her body language. But no words without a few beats. "I need a therapist. I had one at home, but now I'm here so..."

There's not a lot of emotion to it, closest term is resignation. But that's still not quite on the dot. She walks up to the door to his office. She could have pretended she was okay, put on that false smile, pretend to be someone who vanished a long time ago. But she does want to be better. "Can I sit down? This- I've been through a lot."