Her lips curve into a small, gentle smile at his initial response, but she remains silent, waiting patiently. She's learned that's how one usually gets anything but quips out of him -- knowing sometimes he needs a moment when it's about things like these. When he finally turns the question back on her, she smiles slightly again, but this time it's something more helpless and vaguely confused, even, her gaze darting off to the side as she sighs.

"I don't know," she confesses quietly after a moment, meeting his gaze once again, her fingertips climbing up to his jaw as if memorizing his features via touch. "I just... don't want either of us to have any regrets. It's not just us this affects, it's the team, too."

She can't help but worry and consider every possible consequence, it's in her nature. They can't risk their friendship and their professional dynamic over a casual fling that started from a deeply manipulative situation where they had to pretend being lovers. It has to be real and genuine, something that lasts, but she's afraid to voice it out loud.