When Ellen descends back onto the heels of her feet, her hand briefly lingers on his shoulders, slipping down the length of his lapel as her fingers tuck underneath to smooth it out with her thumb, and as she meets his gaze, there's a faint smile there before she pats his chest lightly, taking a step back to put some space between them. "Any friend of yours and it seems likely she would," she agrees, lightly teasing in her own way as she prepares to start walking around, only to drop back in anticipation of his first move. "I should probably wait for you to lead the way before I just start exploring like I own the place," she adds, with a sheepish grin.