She gave him a small smile before heading into the hallway. He would hear her speak a few seconds later in a low voice, too quiet to be heard clearly.
She returned several minutes later, a troubled expression on her face. "He wants us to go see him. Right now."
She pursed her lips worriedly. "Are you okay to get there? I mean, I'll drive and everything, but..."
She raised an eyebrow, her voice quieter than usual. "That's confident coming from the guy who almost died."
"But you could have," she said and her voice threatened to crack. She cleared her throat and shook her head. "He was going to shoot you."
She buried her face in his chest, cursing herself. "Sorry, sorry," she muttered, pulling away quickly. "Sorry."
