She lets him go when he loosens his hold, and steps back, reading it as a signal to give him a little space.

"I do," she says, and it's in the muted Ohio accent he'd heard at the festival. "And I won't even pretend I can't do it long-term." She pauses a moment, and gives him an impish grin that almost offsets the reddish rims of her eyes and faint dampness of her lashes. "--How much do you think it'd freak people out if I just decided to talk like this all the time here?"