[They're friends in the long run. Right now, she's begrudging him the measure of trust reserved for a colleague, much less anything else. She doesn't have an answer for him, biting back the words can you? because honestly they're meaningless, and she's right-- in the long run none of this matters.
She hasn't taken off the bracelet, but the second she does up the locks behind him it'll end up in the back of an empty drawer with his wedding ring and a handful of other scavenged treasures she looks at more often than she'd ever admit.
She just looks at him, storm shutters in her eyes, as little deviation from neutrality as she can manage on her face. Maybe if she showed a little more of how she felt about this it would make a difference, but-- well, it's all spilled milk at this point, more or less.]
→ if you're offering me diamonds and rust i've already paid
She hasn't taken off the bracelet, but the second she does up the locks behind him it'll end up in the back of an empty drawer with his wedding ring and a handful of other scavenged treasures she looks at more often than she'd ever admit.
She just looks at him, storm shutters in her eyes, as little deviation from neutrality as she can manage on her face. Maybe if she showed a little more of how she felt about this it would make a difference, but-- well, it's all spilled milk at this point, more or less.]