Maricel looked like I felt...

"Bad day?" I asked.
"I need a nap." She said.
"Get on with your bad self then." I said.
"Do you want a break?" She offered.
"Nap." I said.
A couple of hours later she came down to let me know she was starting dinner.
"You wanna go out?" I offered.
She said cooking helped her unwind and that it was a mess upstairs. I briefly outlined some of this morning's events. I do not think she was pleased that SWSNBN was mucking around in her apartment. I was bound to raise her ire sooner or later.
She made shrimp for dinner, so I don't think she was too irked with me.
We traded bad day stories. For actual physical stress a room full of autistic fifth graders won hands down. But I think I won on the emotional pain level. There was no prize however.