I don't know. What can any of us do! [ a vaguely-gesturing flap of a hand. She doesn't even really know what she's trying to say anymore; her mind's too blurred, she's too tired. She wants a cup of tea. ] You're just. You're more sympathetic than I thought you would be? Which is a good thing. You don't understand this sort of stuff, but you're trying. You have so little frame of reference but you're trying. I think.

[ a beat. ]

What did you vote?