Her hands are dry when she finally awakes, slumped on the floor. She has been asleep then, long enough for her tears to dry, but not long enough for her back to suffer the uncomfortable effects of the floor. When she gets to her feet she looks in the mirror for a moment, just of enough to swipe her mascara away and run her fingers through her hair.
She needs to apologise to Coulson for running out on him like that, and thank him for telling her the truth.
He knew that it would hurt her, and yet he'd told her anyway, and she respected that.
She spends a few minutes trying to decide what to say. How she's supposed to react to news like this.
Only she doesn't know.
So instead she attempts a weak smile, barely a twitch of her lips, and decides that what she says will come from the heart, and will probably turn out better than any kind of prepared speech. She hopes.
She straightens her back as she leaves, but her fingers tremble.