Xanthippe was just quietly having a nervous breakdown.

She'd splashed her face with some water, and now, with her hands against the edgee of the sink, she was having a conversation with herself, half-aloud. Reminding herself that it wasn't as if he showed more than once a year anyway so what really was the big deal and just, what, what, why was she even like this, get it together, Xan.