[She looks up as the door opens and Conner comes in. When he peels off his shirt, she glances away momentarily, as if to give him some semblance of privacy, even if she's seen him that way many times. It doesn't feel right at this point.

Her attention is brought back to him when he speaks, finally noticing her presence in the room. Suddenly, she feels unsure, doubting her decision to come back. Maybe it was too soon. Could he be angry about her entering his mind again after what she'd done? M'gann couldn't blame him if that was the case.

She clutches the blanket around her a little tighter, unconsciously giving off all the signals of her uncertainty regarding the situation. How does she respond to that? Words bubble to the surface, and a few slip out without her thinking over what she should say.]

Should I not be? I understand if you need time to dry off and think and figure out what to-- [Control is regained as she cuts herself off, glancing slightly downward.]

Conner, when you're willing, we need to talk. I think we both know that much at this point. [Her gaze is brought back up when a thought hits her.]

Is that why... Is that why you went out?