Shit. Just-- fucking shit. Cormac knew that wasn't quite Cho telling him to be quiet and that was quite possibly the reason that he listened, keeping himself as still as possible while his mind raced, trying to process what she'd said and what it meant.
Of course, he got a taste of what it meant when she rolled them both off of the bed and onto the floor and he heard the distinct sound of something slamming into the bed.
"What was that?" he hissed as quietly as possible. "What the fuck is going on?"