"He's a good guy," she said, leaning back against the wall. "He really took over after our parents died. I wouldn't have survived without him."
“Yes, well... by my estimate, he should be here in the next 30 minutes or so...” The time passed rather quickly. Alyssa was quite the interrogator, but Fleur would get the impression that it came from genuine curiosity rather than suspicion. After about 45 more minutes of waiting, Alyssa sighed, standing up. “I don’t think he’s... I don’t know why he’s not here, but we have to leave.”
“I made him a promise,” she replied. “We have to get out of here. If he’s... if he’s not coming, that means Romero got him.”