[There's a bit of a disconnect there as she stares at him; trying to understand how he can know of that conversation when...

...she looks down at her comm. Oh. There's a flash of disappointment but it's not directed at him specifically.

Well, the comm screwup made this bed, she might as well lay in it.]

I don't know. Just run. Use the exercise as a distraction from thinking for an hour. I tend to just go where my feet take me.