She nods at her own name, not able to say his back just yet. Something seemed to stop her from being able to say anything, to focusing on how to form words or make sounds that weren't by-products of pure emotion. Her mind is still spinning with everything, with the flood of memories that made her feel an annoying pounding behind her eyes.

Chloe sniffles quietly when he pulls back, swallowing roughly to try and force herself under control again. She manages to give a weak smile as she feels his hand against her cheek, blue eyes already starting to be tinged red and; she's sure she looks like more of a wreck than she had in the middle of damn snow storm. She uses the back of her own hand to wipe away any remaining mess, shaking her head and waving off his apology. Whatever it was meant for and whichever portion of it she picks up on, it's apparently supposed to mean It's fine in place of her own words.

Lunch, though, gets her to tilt her head, watching him for a minute, before she manages to get out her first word since arriving in this place however long ago. "Franks?" Of course she would use it to be a jackass.