"No, I don't." She wishes she did. She wishes, of course, that she hadn't been gone at all, but nothing could reverse that. She was hesitating, still poised to leave. Part of her felt it would be appropriate to grasp his shoulder, in that subtly affectionate way between Spartans, but the greater part of her just wasn't ready for that kind of contact yet. The breaking of walls would have to wait another day. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"