"It's no problem." Corry glares down the pap as she scurries away, then smoothly brushes her hair back into position. "I'm still a celebrity, right? Any press is good press." And she knows the latter isn't true, but to be off the pages would be an end of her existence too, as a celebrity. So it is a necessary sacrafice. At least she had some say in it this time.

"Bitchy vultures though, trying to pick you clean. Screw them all." She takes a long look at Moira, then pats her softly on the cheek. They don't know eachother well by any means, but there's a bond there, nonetheless, surviving tragedy and the ravenous press. "How are you holding up honey?" Corry takes a step back and smiles. "And feel free to not answer that if you don't want to."