Shaw's thoughts are, reluctantly, the same; as much as she'd like to feel this out more, they should focus on one thing at a time. So she walks along in silence, making sure to neither outpace him nor let him outpace her as they make their way to level 1. In theory, it's a balance that she should be used to, but the extremity of it trips her up. Walking so close that she keeps accidentally brushing her elbow with him is new. So is the undeniable relief she feels every time it happens.

With a defeated sigh, she reaches out and curls her fingers loosely around his forearm.