Will casually sweeping off the desk gets watched idly. The room has nothing left of value to break so it's not worth getting upset over, but it's still weird. Why is he sitting, she doesn't understand-- oh.

There's the first flicker of emotion since he entered the room, a mute sort of confusionworryhurt that gets stomped out just as fast as it shows. It shouldn't be surprising that he's being ridiculous, given how the last few weeks went, and clearly she should ignore it because it's dumb to get upset over things like this.

"I did contact you," and it's stated with the toneless weight of an immutable fact. The usual stubborn anger that should, by all means, be building in her voice by now is conspicuously absent. "You stopped replying after a while, so I figured it was easier to deal with it alone. That way I wouldn't be causing a problem."