Even as she typed, she felt the uncertainty of it. What did she have to go on, after all? A look?

She paused a moment, considering, even as she made her way towards a quieter part of the room. She's here -- did you see? I think maybe she saw them, too; her eyes were that way. Though I can't be sure exactly -- or if she recognized them.

In the end, even to her it sounded like she might be worrying over nothing and potentially worrying him in the process. But with the process begun, there wasn't a good way to stop it.