[Her hand tightens on his shoulder, a grim but grateful squeeze.]

Thank you. Enjoy the candy - you've more than earned it.

[There's really no time for further sweet talk, and the both of them know it, so she doesn't bother wasting her breath, just lets go of his shoulder and in the span of one step and the next red light flashes, there's a rush of slightly displaced air, and she's gone, and she's in the hallway, and light flashes, and then she's gone, and if he wants to, he can watch her run through the halls like an old-timey flipbook animatic, red light flickering each forceful "frame" of motion from off to on.