She glances back up at his eyes when he says her name, but she still looks pensive and puzzled. She wonders if she's going to change—if this is going to shape her thinking, or if it'll happen again. Already, she feels as if her perspective is shifting. She tilts her head.

She doesn't say anything right away, then she rubs both of her eyes with her fingertips, dipping her head with a frustrated little sigh.

"I can't focus." She peers back up at him with a scowl. "If this is how men feel all the time, I don't envy you."