[It is a weird explanation. Kamala takes it all in stride as she searches. She really did do too good a job of shielding it. Eventually, the doll emerges from its cocoon of soft clothing. She can really take the man in. Her steps grind to a halt.

Her heart so thoroughly breaks for him. At this moment, she sees her father who always wears his heart on his sleeve. She remembers every time his heart broke from a cruel word or set of circumstances. Her mother always put the pieces back together. She's the strong one of the two from Kamala's perspective. There's no one here for this man. Just her.

Kamala's eyes water. Those big brown eyes are filled with endless compassion for this perfect stranger.] It's going to be okay. I'm not a dad, but I have one. He'd probably be crying his eyes out if he were in your shoes.

[She laughs wetly and gently puts the doll in his hands.] Here she is.