His posture straightens as words sink in. Eyes glance aside as he parts his lips and ponders her question: his experience telling him there is no chance everyone feels the same.

He clasps his hands together and gently closes his eyes.

"Yes but is everyone unable to function? Is there not is a difference between mild agorophobia and being terrified by a threat to one's life." He tilts his head. "Yes, some struggle, but some struggle more than others."