Lee turns around at the sound of her name, her relief obvious and palpable. She looks so sad normally, up until she smiles and then it lights up her whole face. She lights up when she looks at Ginsberg and smiles at him like he's the only person in the world, which is probably the weirdest thing about this whole thing. Either she's the best actress in the world or she is his actual girlfriend and not some escort he hired. "Michael," she says, sounding pleased, and lets him lead her inside the office itself, more comfortable now that there's someone she knows and not a bunch of strangers in ties.
"I bring you lunch," she says, holding the bag out for him. It's the most bizarrely normal thing she has ever done in her life, but she's finding she enjoys it. Rich had accused her of 'playing house with some guy,' upset that she suddenly became so difficult to get a hold of, and she hadn't known what to say. It was the first time they'd ever fought.
If she's still being stared at, she's oblivious now.