There is no sigh of relief on the outside, but Adelaide certainly feels it when that folder finally closes, when Isaac gives her those words of reassurance - or words that would be reassuring, if she didn't know with every fiber that Olinger will never, ever allow her to walk. She's either leaving here in cuffs headed for La Quinta, or she's leaving here led by the barrel of Crow Jane. Still, she manages a small and grateful smile while she stands, hikes Charlie up a bit on her small hip.
"I appreciate that, Isaac. It was nice to see a friendly face in here, darlin. You take care." If there is some kind of goodbye in those words, in the way her gaze holds on his for just a moment before she lets the guards have her attention, it is small enough that he can easily believe he imagined it.