Daine takes a small, aborted step toward him when he starts to open his arms and then stops. Miserable and uncertain - she hates this, she hates not knowing what to do or what to say, she hates feeling so dratted helpless - she sways on the spot, not knowing if she ought to move forward or retreat.

"What are we going to do?" she asks, as if he'll have any answers. She's not even sure what she's asking about. Lucifer? Them? She shakes her head in confusion and self recrimination. She's so useless.