There's still the chance that he'll shut the door in her face and she tries to ready herself for it, but instead he opens the door just barely enough for her to enter. She slips inside, moving away as he shuts the door again quickly behind her. She glances around the room, finding it almost as new as if he's used nothing. It's the actual click of the door closing that makes her round to face him again, eyes a little wide.

She's not unaware that she's now locked in a room with Rumlow, a man who's being blamed for not one, but two murders. She shifts, holding firmly to the plate and glass before moving to set them down on his dresser.

"You said that I need to toughen up... Straighten... straighten my spine." She swallows tightly around the nervous knot in her throat and the rolling of her stomach. "I want you to show me how... to teach me."

She prepares for him to laugh and scold and otherwise humiliate her out of his room, but she's managed to say it all while maintaining eye contact. Yes, she's shifting nervously and looks to want to be anywhere else, but she's looking at Rumlow and not his floor. "I saw what you went through... what you survived... I don't think anyone here can teach me better than you."