She follows him, still keeping pace, even if she lets her gaze scan the hallway they've now turned down. Assessing everything - potential threats, exits, anything out of place. It's habit, more than anything.

"Routine can be dangerous, though. Might end up making you predictable." She just shoots him a crooked smile, keeping the words light, even if she believes that wholeheartedly. "And yeah, depending on how you'd define 'a while'. About six months now, give or take. Just enough to start to feel like I have a handle on things. At least until magic throws everything back up in the air again and everyone's scrambling to figure out what's going on."