She's concerned. She can't help it, it must be part of her nature, to feel like she has to take care of these difficult men, emotionally-stunted maybe, but then she's not always the greatest with feelings, either.

Maybe it makes sense.

She follows him, her heels clicking lightly along the floor. They're not exactly the Louboutins she favors back home, but still tasteful, high-quality.

She leans a hip against his desk lightly. "What happened?"