Right, sure, okay. She huffs out a sigh and crosses her arms tightly.

"So how soon can you find out where we are?" she says curtly, feeling in the pit of her stomach like it's gonna be bad, it has to be bad, and is he even gonna care, is this calm exterior he's projecting ever gonna falter? She doesn't know what to do with him when he's like this. Doesn't know what to do period.