Her eyes were on the ground, looking at their feet, they were standing close together already. She tried to snap herself out of it, remind herself nothing had happened and that she was fine.
When he mentioned the building she looked back at it and blushed. "Unfortunately, I don't have a choice..." she didn't want to admit that she lived there to him, of all people- it would only give him more ammunition against her.
The question surprised her and she blinked, looking up to him again in confusion. "Oh... I wasn't, actually... I was just trying to get out of the building. I spend as little time here as possible." She looked back again, it seemed like her own personal Azkaban. How far had she fallen from the house of her father?
Swallowing, mustering her walls back as best she could she released his arm and took half of a step away. "Thank you again," she said, almost dismissively, with a small nod.