Despite himself, he's listening. She doesn't sound angry anymore, more... resigned. And she'd just told him, reiterated to him the fact that she loved him. His tires made a tacky sound on the garage floor as he rolled forward a few inches before he realized he'd even done so. If she didn't know where he was before - and he didn't think she was stupid enough not to know - then he'd just done a good job of giving himself away. With an electronic sigh, and without firing the engine, he slips into neutral and allows himself to roll forward out of the shadows, while still keeping a respectful distance from her.

"You did? What did Mr Knight do? Or Mr Miles?" He couldn't help it, she'd piqued his curiosity, and that was always a weakness.