She knew what was coming before it happened, and when it did, she closed her eyes. Of all the times...and yet, that was probably precisely why he was here.

"...You know, sometimes, I wonder if you can't read minds." A beat. "Can you?"

There was a moment, and then a few more where she decided what she would do. Hesitation, then a tired, relenting sigh. "Good af--" she blinked suddenly, looking at him? "Is it really that late?"