[When he steps away, she feels a strangely intense sense of loss, but does her best to push it aside. His observation is met with a brief snort and a roll of her eyes, but neither are unkind.]
Thank you, Captain Obvious. [With a little smile, she promptly lowers herself to the ground to sit in a lotus, setting her pad and pen aside while she makes herself comfortable.]
Least this beats a subway car stuck in the tunnels in the middle of Manhattan on a Wednesday night. Take a load off, it's probably gonna be a while. I'm sure a crew will get it running pretty soon.