[As Five gets changed Roxy needlessly checks the ice for the cocktails, which is fine of course, and for a moment she just stands in the kitchen feeling awful and sick to her stomach. There seems to be so much sadness around them and yet she can't do anything to fix it, the whole situation makes her want to scream and cry.
But what would that solve?
Nothing.]

Fuck I want a cigarette.

[She mutters and instead chews at her thumbnail which compared to all her others is becoming raw and ragged. Ever since Five's panic attack she hasn't smoked a thing but with all this stress the urge is definitely there and getting worse.

When she hears Five exit the bedroom she immediately stops and turns to him, smiling.]

You look amazing.