"Ah, um, let me know if I can be of anymore help," she stuttered, catching on the L sound. Still Bea wouldn't look up and meet her brother's eyes - not that he was watching her anyways. Instead she watched the skin of her hands go clammy pale from there tightness of her grip.

The irony of his statement - of the whole situation was not lost on her. That Victor had come to her.  Thanked her for her help when all she'd done was parrot back the words so many others had told her.