“Nah, it’s fine. I don’t hold any illusions otherwise. I’m resigned to my fate.” You reach the door, open it, and turn back to her again. She’s staring at you with a look of… incredulity? “Seriously, thanks for looking past my weird appearance and habits, to work with me on all this. It’s been a nice taste of home, working on this stuff, and I’m glad I can do it with you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”