She stops walking when he shoots in front of her, but she doesn't look up at first. She grows still, her eyes locked on the forest floor in lieu of risking a glance at anything else. It feels safer, that way.

"I've done this before. It's kind of you to say so, but..." She crosses her arms across her chest. It's a subconscious effort to make herself smaller. "...I have more experience. And I must think of more than you. What would I have told your family?"

She finally looks at him. She isn't in tears or anything of the sort -- her composure is better than that -- but she doesn't look happy. Her smile is on shaky ground. "I wasn't being who I'm supposed to be."