It's not until he pats her hand that she has any idea of where she is. For the briefest moment, she looks up and sees a different face looking back at her. It takes everything she has to keep from losing control again.

"You're right," she says softly. "It's been a long day - for both of us, I assume." She doesn't want to go yet, doesn't want to lose this fleeting feeling of closeness to someone who isn't actually there. But it's best not to push any harder than she already has, best not to work herself up over something that isn't real. She stands slowly to keep her shaking legs from being too noticeable. Her hair gets thrown back up with her hair pin quickly before she collects her notebook and the drawing.

"Whenever things are settled, you be sure to come get me." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes fully, but Steve could easily blame that on her exhaustion. As she turns to walk away, she pauses, looking over her shoulder at him. "Would you like me to walk you back? I'll let you borrow my cloak, if you'd like."

...she never was very good at not being selfish for the wrong reasons.