[He had been about to speak up when he noticed her discomfort, when she begun to sag against the wall.] Yamato-san, it's alright. There's no nee-

[But then whatever it was that's pressing on her culminated in that sudden swallow of air, the shaking. He feels a sudden bout of panic, of guilt that he'd push her almost to the brink, and his dismay at what his question had nearly wrought shows in every line and crease on his face.] No, no, it is I who should apologize. [If she doesn't mind, he's going to guide her to a nearby chair so that she can sit and compose herself.] I'm sorry, Yamato-san. I should not have asked.