It didn't seem to matter what happened, where they went, what they did, or how long it was. Somehow, by natural or in this case some sort of unnatural occurrence, she found her way back to Stephen. That inscription on the watch she gave him really always would be relevant. Whether that was a good thing or a toxic thing remained to be seen, but Christine wasn't a doormat. The last time she saw him, she hadn't even been sure if she'd ever see him again. Her affection spawned from relief that he seemed okay, relatively speaking. She had no idea what was going on, but he was alive and existing and she found relief in that.
The warmth of his cape around her was so weird but it was abruptly gone when she heard Stephen's voice actually command it to stop. Again, so weird. No, she wasn't going to subconsciously attach his surname to the situation.
"I have rounds in an hour," she said. "I can ask Nick to take them." She didn't really want to do that but she could tell that it was probably necessary. Slowly, she let her arms fall back to her sides. "We need to get off the street." The questions were starting to pile up in her head. What happened? Where had he come from? How had he known she was there? They just kept coming, and they weren't going to stop until she asked or he gave her answers before she could.