She followed him. When they got inside, she turned on the sink, and washed her hands, letting the cool water run over them. They were scraped where she had leapt for the edge and they stung, but in a good way.
He went to the planning room, hanging up the gun before going to the couch, sitting down with a sigh. "Everything okay?"
She looked up at him, leaning against the sink. "Hm? Oh. Yes. I just got a little scraped up." She straightened up, turning off the water and turning to him. "A bullet got this close!" She tapped the cut on her cheek. "Isn't that crazy?"
She began to dab tentatively at the cut with water, wincing momentarily at the sting. "You must feel pretty good right now."
She nodded, raising an eyebrow as she sat next to him on the couch, dabbing her cheek with a damp rag. "Yeah. I get that."
