She tries to huff, but it's just as lacking as the snort was. She just ends up sniffling, instead, though her sobs have tapered off, now.

"...think I need to talk to him alone," she says, after a second. "Told him we need to, anyway. He can't keep doing this."

She's seen it so many times. She should have known, she should have known.

There's a longer silence, then, as she wars with herself internally before finally saying, "...might need someone to talk to after, though."