Giving Jack another playful shake, she released the dog's head and stood, wiping her hands on her jeans. Her eyes had watched Elias leave the business card; she was of a similar opinion as Rylee, she didn't really want to talk about it. Though maybe she should see a shrink, just a check up of sorts, make sure she was doing as well as she'd believed she was. Those thoughts were immediately flushed out of her mind - the only way she'd end up back in any doctor's office was if she was unconscious.
There wasn't much of a distance between her couch and her front door, but for a moment she felt a pang of embarrassment, potentially for being a bad hostess. This emotion confused her, because she would be perfectly happy with Elias gone; she was always perfectly happy once people got the hell out of her apartment. Not to mention all of the strange gifts he had brought her, and the attempt he had made to make her apartment "safe"... There was no reason to feel bad over her reaction. Still, she found herself watching Elias go, and she cleared her throat again as though to catch his attention.
"The stuff." She stopped, suddenly wondering what the hell she was doing. "I'll take good care of it." That was probably as close to a thank you as she'd ever come, and quickly she looked back to Rylee in order to pull herself together.
"Yer drivin' to the movies, unless you wanna ride on my bike. Somethin' tells me you wouldn't like the way I drive."