She does look him over for the first time today, and her fingers flex with the restrained impulse to allow her ability to fix his hair a little. There are limits and sometimes she knows them. She also isn't sure what to do with honesty about anyone's state of affairs. She shifts a little from foot to foot, suddenly tapped on the shoulder by that rare visitor, guilt. Maybe she should've just listened. But that would be out of character.

"Because...like. The storm?" She tries, fully bungling her cue to try to talk about any feelings like a normal person.