Her cheeks flush crimson, and she runs a hand through her hair. She might have sneaked a peek through her fingers, and is scrambling for words. "Uh... well, this is a first," Claire mumbles, eyes briefly darting in his direction. "Guess I'll just, um, leave you to it, then. I'll come back and ask about that case later."
Though she can't say she'd be disappointed if he asked her to stay. In the brief time she had been coming around, she's come to sort of like him. It might be evident from the way she's hesitating to leave.