With an unsteady exhale, unclenching her hands with careful deliberateness, Nuala nods. "Yes-- yes, I think so." There's so much work she still has to do, and there will be a great deal to clarify and arrange to keep this from spreading halfway across the city in inconvenient forms, but for now she forces herself to concentrate on the immediate future. One metaphorical foot in front of the other. She can't do any of that from the floor here.