Seth sinks down onto the couch, letting his head drop back and his eyes fall closed. It feels like the first time in months he's letting his self breathe. He feels like he can trust Jennifer, so he'll be safe here for the present.

He opens his eyes and accepts the glass, drinking deeply and draining the glass. He shakes his head at her question. Perhaps he should be, but mostly he feels a little queasy.

"Why are you helping me?" The moment they'd gotten out of the base, she could've just run. Their are some other inconsistencies too. Why was she down there, avoiding the guards, when she has a flat. I didn't exactly seem like a rescue operation. But all these thoughts are still trying to form.