It could be any more perfect. With her feet bare as to not attract too much attention (her boots click too loudly on stone), she'll casually walk towards the door to set his mind at ease. The unspoken part of this was the amount of trust she was placing in Roy Mustang. He was capable of betraying her, to use the Grail for his own selfish needs, and kill her without a second thought.

"Of course it is." Even if her body actions were soft and gentle, her tone was as sharp as ever. "Is it about time?"