She flinches, slightly, at the yelling - it's unexpected, sudden. At least it's something real however, and it's better than the blank wall of politeness that was so upsetting her just a moment ago.

"Jim, I love you. And I'm sorry. And I don't know what else I can say. If that's not good enough, then I guess we..." Oh no, now would not be a good time to start crying. She swallows, hard. "Then I guess we have a really big problem."