Poor guy really was too lanky for commuter class, Clarice thought sympathetically as she pressed her lips together against a smile. That wasn't a problem she herself had ever experienced. Changing light bulbs, on the other hand, was a pain in the ass....

"I suppose I'm trying to solve the unsolvable again," she admitted with a little laugh, then sighed. "And find myself for the millionth time just...frustrated. Neither human ideals nor human law can fully cope with the way the world really is around matters of death. Otherwise we wouldn't have terminal patients beggin' to no avail for a gentler passing."

Like her gut-shot dad, too strong for his own good.