It took her a moment to fully recognize Wesley, pulling herself back into the present. Realizing that his hands were full she stood, if only to make certain he didn't need any help in the final steps up into her office.

"...we all are, despite certain efforts to the contrary."

It was a flash of darker humor, one Fred rarely let herself entertain. Up until that moment she'd been certain she would be the last one out, at least when it came into the parking garage. And looking at Wesley just reinforced the reasons why. Here, at work, she could delay the inevitable. Home and the silence of her apartment meant finally, fully processing what'd happened to them that night. Just how much worse it might have been.