[ She's walking slowly because she's not entirely sure what he's doing, and also because she doesn't want to bump into anything he's so intently put together to keep people out. It's not as if she even truly knows what she's here for, apart from another opportunity to garner his attention, and to gain more of his trust. She has no reason not to stay, though, no excuse to head directly back out.

Moving closer, she glances down, her hands sliding out of her pocket as she waits. ]

Did you want to talk? Or would you prefer a hand? No one's headed in this direction for the moment, I can assure you of that.