Separate names with a comma.
She frowned, trying to recall. "Er.. Harris? Caelen Harris, I think."
He huffed, shifting the bag. "Fine. But be careful."
She put them in the box and signed out before turning to him. "Where to?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "So I'm not supposed to care if you die? Okay."
She seemed worried, but didn't comment, returning the keys to the front desk.
He shrugged, his frown deepening. "I don't know. I don't want anything bad to happen."
She nodded, taking her bag and getting up, starting for the door.
"I don't want you to be a sacrifice," he told her. "If you do it, you're not allowed to get hurt."
She nodded, putting her brush back in her bag and tying up her hair.
He frowned at her. "You're not more expendable. You never meant to be caught up in this."
She sighed, her brows furrowed. "Fine. Let's leave here soon. I'm ready when you are."
"Well, without the gun I'll be more likely to make it. And I don't want you to have to risk it."
"Well, I mean.. I think you should take it easy today."
"I think having you will be helpful. Do you think you could take the gun when I'm done and get away while I distract them?"
She laughed, but her expression was a little concerned. "I'm serious, though. You should be careful."
"Hm," he murmured. "Okay. Maybe you fan help with getaway."
She set down her brush. "Are you sure? You look very okay."
He frowned. "I'm not sure.. You should probably stay home, right? It's never been anyone else but me."
She watched him thoughtfully. "Are you okay?"
"Alright, good. We'll look and plot out an escape route."
