He must have been very close by if he had seen her take the drink. She turned around slowly and was startled to see him right behind her. Clarice did not know why it startled her; she had been expecting it, after all. But being so close to him, without any bars or glass to separate them, was something she was still not used to yet. No, she was not afraid of him doing anything to harm her. What scared her was the odd pleasure she felt at him being close. Having no barriers between them was - dare she think it? - nice.
And he had let her find him this time. That pleased her, too.
"I still don't know what to think, Doctor," she replied, clicking her phone off and putting it back in her bag. "I suppose it's a nice escape." Getting away from her ordinary, now meaningless life was nice. And she had come here with a purpose - to keep an eye on him. At least now she could feel productive.