[She is desperately trying to stay composed, keeping her own emotions at bay -- tries to remember all the time she spent putting them behind carefully crafted walls. She's still an actress, no matter what weird place she's found herself in. And it's that skill of hers that keeps her relatively calm now, just as much as focusing on someone else is. Even as sadness rolls over her in waves, threatening to drag her down. She digs her feet in, stubborn as ever.]

Yeah. It's... super weird, right? I've gotten teary-eyed over plays and shows before, but-- [...Tragedies are different for her now.] Hey, I won't -- if you really don't want to talk about it then we can just talk. About literally anything that's not a weird, sad puppet show. I've seen better plays, you know? This can't compare to a good Shakespearean tragedy even if it tried.

[It's a lame attempt at a joke, putting lightness in her tone even if it falls a little flat. Honestly, she isn't entirely sure why she's trying at all. She can just as easily walk away and leave this complete stranger to cry his feelings out (whatever they may be) and that can be the end of it. But this feeling tugs at her again, making her stay put. Against her better judgement she wants to help, to distract him from the tears running down his face uninterrupted. It isn't a good idea to care about anyone, to show kindness. And yet...]

...I'm Cora. What's your name?