He doesn't get far. She reaches for him to stop him, hand curling around his wrist to keep him from doing that, from leaving before she's ready for this to be done. She might deserve her privacy, but she won't be able to relax until she knows exactly how much he picked up.

"Not yet. I'm not- You didn't know, you said. I can't really hold something you didn't know what was happening against you."

It's not sitting well, it's going to take some time to sort through, but she isn't angry. She's not hurt, doesn't consider it an invasion when he didn't mean to. When he's clearly struggling with it now. She realizes after a moment she's still holding onto him, so she lets go and puts her hand safely in her lap.

"Will you sit down?"