She knew that she was going to crack first, just the same as she knew she should already have walked away. But she wasn't to the breaking point yet, and had no plans on reaching it today, even though she actually had to bite her tongue to keep from answering that first question.

Besides, it wasn't like they didn't already both know the answer to it.

She did, however, answer the second, shaking her head just once, "No. I haven't. He doesn't need the stress." Because she knew that while he wouldn't drop everything, he would at least drop some of it to find a way to help her, or at least look for some way to make it easier. Or maybe to find someone to try and knock Rumlow off before either of them gave in.

She could still leave. She should leave, before either of them got any ideas. But she couldn't quite make herself do it. Just like she couldn't quite make herself hate him, hell, she didn't even know him, and while she definitely hated who he'd stood for, and more than hated the fucked-up situation, hating him personally was another matter.

"How's your concentration been this week? I'm going to guess pretty crappy, yeah?" Lord only knew hers had been, and she couldn't imagine his had been that much better.