[ It means that she's gotta make one hell of an entrance later or take him on a helicopter ride.

Going the long way. Which means she's not going the right way and slowly looks over her shoulder to notice that he's walking the opposite way. Honestly speaking there's a petty, childish side of her that wants to race and beat him there but she realizes just bad of an idea that would be in a matter of seconds. Though the turn of her heels doesn't come with reluctance, however. ]

You should have told me! [ Like he could read her mind. Sometimes it felt like he could... to a degree, of course.

She pets some pep to her step in order to catch up to him, a subtle tinge of pink to her cheeks. ] Anyway... How do you think you did today? From my perspective you— [ Is she about to compliment him? She's about to compliment him. The thought alone is odd, the feeling foreign on her tongue, but she manages to speak in a very neutral tone. ] ... you did good. Though that probably doesn't mean much coming from someone who doesn't play sports.

But I couldn't help but notice that you were enjoying yourself.