Amy had her back to him, arm stretched out and reaching for the door. Part of her was curious about what he had to say -- about how Peter would react to the both of them. And when she was curious that was usually the part of her that won out. It didn't mean she trusted him though, as 'harmless' as he claimed to be.

She dropped her hand and turned her head over her shoulder, brows furrowed slightly. He wanted her to stay, so there was obviously something she had over him. At least the thought reassured her she was safe... in a sense.

"Amy," she answered, facing him and folding her arms over her chest. "I'd ask yours, if I didn't already know it."