Helen watched him for a moment more before turning to the table, pulling her gun back out and placing it next to her as she sat on it. She gave a small, amused shake of her head at his question, pulling her hair over her right shoulder to keep the wound free.

"That would be-" She cut herself off before saying that it would be foolish - what she'd done had been foolish.

"No, I wasn't." And as disbelieving as he was it was rather close to the truth.