[When she arrived at the apartment her hair was braided down; she imagines it looks much more disheveled now, especially after a friendly ruffling.]

I already know it makes you feel better and it's still quite hard to actually do it. [Pushing a piece of said disheveled hair out of her face, Mia looks at her hands and their gentle tremor, then the door.] I should go, before I wake Billy or- or take up too much of your time, but I think you'll argue with me about that one.