Marvelous. She follows, of course- gritting her teeth and cursing her shoes while she's at it- out of respect for him and a faith that there is a very good reason for this. Nonetheless, she can't help feeling annoyed. He's just so unpleasant, no matter how much she might respect him for other things- she always forgets how completely and utterly disagreeable he is when she's not actually in his presence. It's so much easier to admire him when he's not in the vicinity.

At least his refusal to look at her means that before she catches up, she can thin her lips and raise her eyebrows in an expression of the things I do before wiping it swiftly off her face and returning to all the maturity she can muster.

She isn't so naive as to try pestering him for answers just yet, though the temptation's there; she's anxious to know exactly what 'a word' involves, but tells herself that he'll have to tell her in time and would probably just insult her to her face if she were to try and get him to explain before he wants to.

And he calls her insufferable.