Hearing it out loud. That cements it, because her first reaction is to laugh softly. She stops, surprising herself. Well. One part of her knew what was what. She stands up a little straighter, not giving in to what must be a false sense of security. She doesn't know any logical next step. But.

"It's not over til it's over." She counters. "I...would want to talk to them. First. It's...a fresh scab. That's all."