[A nod, though she's conflicted herself about just how that sounds. Part of her does indeed wish to flee and regroup somewhere safe, and part of her is still wrestling with the feelings -- false and manipulated, she now knows -- from last night. The things they said to each other.]
I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. [The latter issue rather than the former has her decision made, and she stands.] Perhaps... you'll invite me back, sometime.