Gretch pulled a face and blew her hair out of her face. "I did say it had been a week. You're about midway down the list." She followed his gaze, furrowing her brow slightly, but not seeing anything out of the ordinary. At his statement, she tried to picture Trev as a workaholic and failed, letting out a low chuckle. "You? A workaholic? Now that I'd have to see."
She shrugged and briefly wished she had a hat... and that hats didn't mess up her hair so much. "Much the same. Egypt was getting a little... close." The truth was, she probably hadn't been in any danger of being found out, but it had been too many months that she'd been there and that made her itchy. "And I was missing Jolly Old England," she pulled a moony face and fluttered her eyes up at Trev. "And, of course, you."