Xion frowns, her hands immediately moving for pen and a post-it. If that's true, if that's a hint, then she needs to remember it. She needs to keep the words.

"Then..." she says, pausing before she starts writing. "I guess, that's... I won't keep you any longer." Her politeness kicks in, the well-worn habit that comes so easy to her. She doesn't need to think for that.