[ For now, Ciri doesn't move closer, letting him have his space. Casting a slow, quiet look around the mess in this room that matches the one outside.

When he apologizes, she only shakes her head. She is sorry too, of course-- but as nice as sympathy might be, both of them know it's not going to make Viktor feel better. Won't ease the heaviness in the air to fill the silence with platitudes.

So Ciri doesn't say she's sorry. She doesn't ask him questions or try to offer advice.

She gestures, instead, vaguely at the room. ]

You need a hand cleaning up?

Or would you prefer getting out of here for a few hours? You could get as soused as you like, and I'll make sure you don't break an ankle getting home.

Suppose there's always the option to stay here and keep throwing things. Won't stop you.