"If not for that damn bug, right?" She can manage a little chuckle for that. They would have had a mostly silent ride to their respective floors, and she probably wouldn't have taken much notice of him. Just a generic tall, handsome stranger. Hell, he might not have even been in the elevator with her. He might not have been running. He might not have made it to the doors before they closed. She never would have had this incredibly harrowing and draining and oddly cathartic experience.

She's not sure what to think of that, and her expression shades deeply thoughtful. Confession is supposed to be good for the soul. Does that still count if it's involuntary? Either way, his fingers against her scalp feel nice. "It's been a long time since anyone touched me like this." The quiet words slip out before her brain catches up to them, before she can try to twist is around into something vague and ambiguous, and she flinches slightly once she realizes what she's said.

Well, that happened. It's out there now, and no sense in crying over it. If she has to dump out her purse for anyone, it may as well be the man who already has a whole basket full of her dirty laundry, just as she has his.