She cries aloud. She sits down on the front steps and begins to quietly weep. A man walks down the sidewalk toward her and stands beside her, looking depressed. Gina hears the play on the contemporary platitude about policemen, but ignores it. She has no smiles left to give at the moment.
Misery loves company.
Gina makes room for him on the steps. If he is an axe murderer, that's OK, the way she feels at the moment. Gina shakes her head. I'll take that as a go ahead - I'm really desperate. I'm about ready to leave my job.