Her mouth becomes little more than a hard slash of color across her face. The emotions stirred by his words sitting uncomfortably in her chest. Again her weight shifts, Scarlett rolling her shoulders back as she tries to stoically suppress the feelings that create an internal, staticky buzz.

"Yeah." Lifting her gaze to look at him, perhaps too directly for his comfort but she's focused on trying to be casually unaffected, as opposed to not accidentally freaking him out. "Of course."

Though you had to wonder if either or them truly believed she ever would.