[As he lets go, she immediately reclaims distance between them, giving him a look that's a cocktail of expressions - foremost of which is incredulity as the slow dance number ends, seeming to place a special gravity on things in the beat of complete quiet that follows.

As the next upbeat song kicks in, she forcibly reclaims her scattered wits and speaks again]

It's getting late. [it isn't, really...] I should find Beelze and get back. [And, with that, she immediately moves to leave]