“Yes, I know they are.” She hadn’t forgotten about their circumstances and how probably hopelessly wishful she was being here. “Doesn’t mean I still won’t try, I’m stubborn like that.” And now she was kind of thankful he didn’t remembered just how that stubbornness had landed her in more trouble than she could count, it was technically doing the same right now, making her take on something that she wasn’t sure she was ready to handle.

She barely reacted when he moved closer, a clear sign that she didn’t minded the sudden closeness between them since it didn’t felt threatening or dangerous, she wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation, she wasn’t guarding him, she was helping to keep him as a prisoner and that’s not what she wanted. “It doesn’t feels as if I am to be honest, I feel as if I’m complicating things.” And maybe she was, when she felt the light brush of metal against her skin she turned to look at him. “I’m sorry.”

Just to be patient, the same thing she had been telling him since he had arrived here and she suddenly felt an aversion to the words se had said. “Tell me something, do you want to go with them? Do you want them to succeed in that extraction?” And she really didn’t dared to ask if he also wanted to leave her, no, it was best if she didn’t since she knew that if they succeeded she might not see him again.