Her eyes were still almost like metal, looking up at him. They slipped briefly to the man's retreating back, watching him walk away. She was silent. Lifting her glass, she downed the remaining alcohol, the glass clinking back to the table.

"Why?"

This was something she needed to know first, before they moved further. And in the word, there were the unspoken questions: Do I seem like something you need to protect? and What do you want in return?