[ She gives a shrug. Her lips are drawn into a thin line that just barely turns into a frown, and she looks at something off to the side--a bunch of tools he probably uses to keep his gear in check, or something. ]

I figured it might've been something like that after a while. Just--this time, maybe tell me you're planning on cutting me out after I leave. I understand, honestly.

And if you run into me again, just... pretend I don't exist like you did before.

[ She's trying to put on a brave front, although she's not really sure it's working. But it's easier this way, telling him she gets it, because at least this way she knows not to hope for anything to happen. ]