[ Grell's hand is left hovering, her breath baited. She doesn't want him to go - albeit only a few steps away, but it makes her heart still, even so. ]

I see. [ Looking away, her mouth works in place just so. Of course, he wasn't back of his own volition. It was a work thing. ] They could've just let me go. But of course, they wouldn't allow it to be so simple.

[ She pulls at the cuffs of her shirt to slip it off her shoulders. Might as well let him help. ]

This isn't going to persuade me any more, you know.