It takes her a few moments to realize Eames isn't following her in. Glancing over her shoulder, she looks at him. "You can come in, if you want." He doesn't have to. She doesn't expect it.

The bedroom is right off of their living room, Nancy's purse right by the door where she'd left it. She grabs what she knows she'll need, stuffing them into her bag. She's done this before, packed up as quick as she could, though last time it had been the middle of the night and she'd been running to her boyfriend. Now she was running away from another.

She pauses, about to leave the room and return to the living room when glances back at the unmade bed. At the small closet just beyond. Nancy's feet move her there without her permission, her hands acting of their own accord as she reached up and took one of Bill's shirts off it's hangar. Raising it to her nose, she inhaled deeply. Still smelled just like him.

She stuffs it in her bag and returns to Eames.

"I need to leave or I'll never be able to go."