She didn't know what she expected; it was just another example of her unfortunate plague - she hated to be lonely, but couldn't help herself but to shove everyone around her away. Blair looked at him, debating if she wanted to debase herself further, to continue the whiplash of jerking herself and those around her around.
Her eyes looked at the back of him, his neck, his hair, his shoulders.
"Are you staying here alone, too?" She asked, surprisingly neutral.