What even is there to say? Even though she'd done her best to plan, Heather had sort of been flying by the seat of her pants this whole time, even though she'd pretty much monopolized the conversation. Hopefully without overstepping any boundaries in the process, but... well. Al was bound to find out more about her sooner or later.

Now had been as good a time as any.

In any case, she doesn't blame Al for a shortage of words.

She doesn't say anything for a moment, either. Just reaches out to put an arm around his shoulders, if he lets her.

"... So... still mad at us for sneaking around behind everyone's backs?"

It's a slightly feeble attempt to bring some humor back into the conversation, but she has to at least try.