"I don't--" the rest of that sentence might be any of a number of things, if she can finish it; it doesn't quite get there, her eyes pressing shut instead and the back of her hand against her mouth like she's keeping something in, keeping something back. It doesn't quite occur to her that Ivan doesn't even know yet what the hell just happened, though perversely it'd probably make her feel slightly better. Even fleetingly.

"What did I do?"