If she had to pick one person here who was least likely to be an actual person, she would probably spend longer than entirely necessary waffling between Jean and Janet right now. She's still really undecided on whether he likes her even a little bit, and main thing keeping her from saying that he definitely doesn't is that it would sound pretty horrifically rude if she were wrong. But there's no way this is genuine. Nobody ends up genuinely moved to act like this after six hours of knowing someone, and this is about a million times more true if the someone is her.
He's an actor. And it's possible that he's a very good actor when circumstances are less overwhelming, sure. But she's a writer, and more than that, she's a nurse. She's been watching people die for almost as long as she's been telling stories, putting on a brave face for them all. She might have lost to the baby, but she's not gonna lose to her disaster buddy. Nor is she letting her disaster buddy hurt himself, because when you get assigned a disaster buddy you look out for them throughout the ensuing disaster, no matter how ridiculous they are.
"That's all right," she says, after a pause that's only a little bit too long. "You should conserve your strength to brave the horrors of the kitchen."