"Okay." Molly nods, glancing down for a moment, her arms wrapped around herself. At least it's somewhere to start. She still doesn't know how the fuck she's supposed to talk about any of this, least of all in any official capacity or without falling apart all over again, but she has to try. If nothing else, she thinks he'll get it if she has trouble, needs to stop to collect herself or needs prompting to continue. With him, she'll worry about that less than she would with someone else, anyway. He's here as a cop, she knows that, but he's been her friend since the day she showed up here, and she doesn't think that's going to change just because she has to give a statement now.

Drawing in a deep breath, she lets it out slowly, trying to stay conscious of continuing to do so as she looks up at him again, eying the recorder he has in his hand. "I don't think it could have been that long. It felt like it, but... I think I got there at maybe 10:45 or 11. And it was around 11:30 when I called for an ambulance, I remember it said on the phone. So I guess I was there half an hour, forty minutes." Even now, it seems more like a lifetime, but she doesn't think that's the kind of detail he means. "I, um — he said it wasn't a good time, at first, sounded like he was going to have me leave. Then he said he was glad I was there and let me into the building. I guess he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with me."