Her knees are beginning to protest, but she doesn't move, afraid it might distract Doc and cause him to close up.

She wants to lean forward and wrap her arms around him, but hesitates for the same reason.

"Ben?"

If it's the same Ben that's ringing a distant bell, she knows who he means.

"But you could -- why would she ask ... ?"

She forgets to finish the question as the line deepens between her brows.