[She didn't like this story at all. Hana was starting to tear up, her own heart hurting, turning, and dropping all at once. She rose from the stairs and started to rush outside with the curtains]

I-I don't like this story anymore-thank you for telling a-ah..ah.. where are you? You need these curtains, Hector, I know you do.

[Hana growled at herself, though] I'm sorry-the story was good! Always a great exchange, I don't mean to be rude at all..