[She pauses while leaning down to pull her boots on, always facing away from him. The uncertainty and discomfiture hang heavy over the entire room, but a smile still comes out despite them; if he didn't care that she was going so soon, he wouldn't have said anything, right?]
I wasn't going to come, originally. I was just going to leave them out front. [Only part of the reason, but all she offers for the moment-- at least until she's finally armored against the outside and her hand is on the doorknob] But I wouldn't have gotten to see your face.
[That's all, before she swiftly twists the knob and slides out with a dexterity that she's seen to be able to keep up going down the snow caked stairs before the door closes after her]