"No one is trying to get answers out of you," he told her firmly. "The 'they' that hired me don't care what you have to say."
Noah wandered back over to the confiscated weapons, picking up the handgun and examining it curiously. "I'm only here to send a message. We don't shoot the messenger, do we?" Noah smiled and held up the firearm.
"Here is what 'they' want you to know." With a click, he pulled out the magazine, emptying the clip onto the table. The bullets rattled. "What happened to you tonight can happen again at any time. You won't be able to think of every possibility, nor prevent it."
"Any meal, any job, any interaction you have can land you right back here...or someplace far worse. With someone far worse than me."