Hormones were the devil. Gina realized this. Despite the fact that she had been in a fit of depression and angst for quite some time that didn't seem to have any hope of getting better, she couldn't help her line of sight as he opened the door. Yes, hormones were evil, and she couldn't help it. Gina believed in the separation of love and lust. You could love somebody without lusting for them, and lust for someone without loving them. But with Edward, the two had always been very intimately connected. And despite the fact that he was apparently Xavier now, despite the fact that she was still married, she couldn't separate herself from those feelings.
She stared for a long moment before dragging her gaze up to his face. "Oh," she said, able to remain fairly nonchalant without being awkward. "Thank you." She paused, folding up the note and tucking it in her pocket. "Sorry for interrupting you."