She's not just marking time with him. She doesn't know what she's doing, other than just trying to hold on. She doesn't have her feet under her yet, and she doesn't know which way is up.

And his response only frustrates her further.

How many times has he knocked her back? How many times has he deliberately taken the invitation as a meaningless flirtation?

She turns back to the window, folding the rest of her sandwich back up.

"Don't give up on me, Gene. I still need you."