Bobbie doesn't mind being touched, really, and especially not in this case, so she just lets Clara guide her, though she feels a little ridiculous being led at all. She sits, clearing her throat awkwardly, trying to put words to it. The explanation comes out more angry than she intends for it to, but that's better than sounding scared, so she leans into it.

"I'm a god damn marine, and now I can't even lift a fucking plate. It's like... like I'm wasting away."