He sighed quietly as he followed her, walking at a nice clip to keep up. She was annoyed and had reason to, he supposed. It was a song and dance she had to do occasionally, none of it new or original. This reaction to it though was new - the open annoyance, the stern set of her jaw, the way her eyes were fixed ahead, but not on anything substantive.
"This is getting difficult to gauge, Senator," he said when she finally slowed up enough for him to presume that conversation was now acceptable.