[A week is already much, much later than she would have liked. Ilsa doesn't like leaving loose ends, and that was certainly the loosest end that she's ever had to deal with, and for so long, too. Better that they get it out now than let it fester for longer, and for things to inevitably get worse and even more awkward whenever they did talk again.

His laugh surprises her a bit, small as it is... It's a lot for Eustace, or so she feels at a time like this, so she blinks at him for the several seconds following it.

And then still when he voices his opinions on the matter.

"Prepared to take it however she prefers"? Why her, though? What does Eustace want that isn't influenced by alcohol or her own decisions, good or bad? Does that mean... that he does want something? That he would be okay with it?

And does her humouring the idea silently in her head mean that it's what she wants, too?

... No, she has no idea and that's the problem.

Finally, Ilsa turns fully to face him, and she's just going to be as honest as she can be right now.]

I don't know.

[She really, really doesn't, and her slightly pained expression says as much.]

You and I really had a good thing going on, didn't we? Before all of this.

[It's her turn to chuckle a little.]

I'd rather not ruin that if we can help it, but... [Her eyes skirt away suddenly, and she reins in the words that she meant to say for something else.] ... I wonder if it might be better to see.