[Riza listens to him as he speaks, but takes a better look at the house, seeing how the dishes have accumulated in the sink and especially the empty alcohol bottles lined up. She takes her glass and sips some more of the alcohol inside, still grimacing a bit.]

Well, drinking yourself into a stupor won't help you get over anything. Take care of yourself and this place. If I woke up to this every day, I wouldn't want to do anything, either.

Do you see what I mean?