[ Grell catches herself with a wavering breath. She knows that she ought to enjoy this, but she's also found herself minding what William thinks of her, as of late... Her heart is pounding in her ears, chest tightened with this torn excitement. ]

No. I panicked, Will. I had intentions to meet with that man from the network-- it wasn't a real date; I panicked.

[ Hands tightened around the hem of her coat, the redhead can't manage to make eye contact anymore. Admitting shame so openly is hitting her harder than she'd anticipated - visibly, she's saddened. ]

How was I to believe that you harbored genuine interest for me?