Pidge's fork stops half-way to her mouth, which has narrowed into a thin line.

"You're not-! I didn't mean-!" But each exclamation dies before it's even born. Truth of the matter is that she has no idea how she's even supposed to handle it when he says things like that, even if she was totally sober. She's not even sure why that comment set her off, except that she isn't sure even when she's going to get to replace him.

Wait, no, that's exactly what it is, isn't it? She expected to work today, not deal with feelings, so all she manages to say is:

"It's not about replacing you, OK?"