'Stopped' or not, Dagger noticed the change in his demeanor. Facing away from the door, of course, she did not have the full view that Zidane had. However, with her senses brought back into focus, she did hear the sound of Beatrix's distinct marching down the hallway.

Suddenly, Dagger pulled herself off of Zidane -- or at least, she tried to. That tail of his was like a vice grip, and it took much more effort to get her leg lose again.

"Oh for goodness sake," she muttered quietly, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She needed to chase after Beatrix, now, explain what was going on, before...

Well, not that she expected Beatrix to gossip, but certainly, things needed to be straightened out.