"I'm okay," she assures them both, her eyes find Joel's and it's clear she's scared. "I accidently- it's my fault, I broke the glass, I bumped the table. I'm sorry, I-" Her eyes flick to Spencer, and the guilt is all over her face, her posture. "I tried to clean it up, but I cut myself - it's fine, I just need a butterfly bandage and some tape - but..."

But.

"I didn't- I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I think- I think that I can take care of my hand and the glass, but that we should leave for now:" She nods as she says it, because Spencer's looking at Joel, not at her, and she's trying to tell Joel without words that they've got to get him out of here. "Being in here isn't going to make anything better."

I'm so sorry. It's all she can think, and she's trying - she's tried since the moment she broke it, to put it back together. To put Spencer back together.