[She looks up when his attention is stolen. She doesn't recognize the woman, but there is something maybe vaguely familiar about her. She's not sure what it is. But her eyes don't linger on her too long before returning to the profiler.]
Reid?
[She knows she can't touch him. She knows this. She's been unsuccessful most of the day at her attempts. And yet right now she reaches out anyway. The feeling of disappointment and emptiness she gets when her fingers just fall through his arm instead of landing on it is greater than ever, but she's more focused on him.]