"Alright," she says after a long moment. A long pause, where she sorts through her options, and just goes with the one that's the least likely to make this worse. That smile's still there, fake as anything. "Well, if you would like me to look at your assessments, you know I would-" Her voice cracks, and she feels like she could have kicked herself because of it. "I would be happy to. Anything I can do." Clearing her throat, she looks back towards the door.

"I really should be going." There's no hesitation, and she looks back at him over her shoulder. "I'm really happy that you're here, Fitz. Genuinely." She does mean that, even if she's making up the excuse to leave.