Lee looks slightly wounded; she told him who she was, why didn't he believe her? She allows herself to be distracted with the thought that this was a good idea — she had been worried Michael might think it was weird. Then she starts worrying all over again, what has he been telling people about her?
(Stupid to worry about it, none of it could be bad. He doesn't even know the bad things yet.)
She brings her hand up to her mouth, but pauses before it actually gets there and forces it back down again. "Um," she says, unsure how to answer, looking between them. That sounds like a rhetorical question, but she answers anyway: "Yes?"