She doesn't try to stop him, or shake him off. It's not a matter of contact-- she'd prefer to keep her distance, but not for the reasons he imagines. Needing support is different. So much for taking an active stance-- here she is, weak as a kitten.

Though she's fairly certain he's not making a pass at her, Chase gets a doubtful glance. But really, Cameron isn't sure she can make it to the door and back, and feels awful enough that she relents.

"Fine," she sighs, taking a tentative step in that direction.