[Somehow, all these levels to unpack actually are distracting her from said 'shitty day.']

Are you going to describe 'that Japanese face' to me, or are you just going to assume I know what you're talking about?

[But there's no getting away from this grief, not with any quantity of ignorance.]

My sister murdered my husband. Then she killed me.

[Now it's in words. She is dead, Hanzo's dead, again, and she's here, with these people who are too calm to be dead.]

If my son didn't escape, then she's blinded him and taken him to his grandfather's house to -

[No - she's found the words she still simply cannot say. The ideas she still cannot bear to consider, the ways that her family will mutilate her son body and soul unless he can run, and run, and keep running, for the rest of his life - she chokes on the words.]

So yes, in fact, I have had a shitty day.

[And the last day she ought to be having. Yet here she is.]

Thanks for asking.

[It's too sarcastic to be genuine thanks.]