I don't know what I believe. [ He sees that smirk, and he doesn't really like it, because it's pretty clear to him that she doesn't believe he's her Alan. She knows he's not, and for some reason, that bothers him. ] What makes you say that? I say you deserve better, not that my opinion means anything here.

He should be treating you better; that's what I'd tell him. Maybe if I wrote down a message and left it for him somewhere for him to find. He'd probably just dismiss it, but what if he didn't? What if it made things better for you?

[ He looks in the direction she's gesturing, and he looks back at her with confusion. ]

Why do I feel like I'm not going to like what I find there? [ But he shrugs and takes a step forward as if moving to do what she said. ]