She appreciated the chance to get just a little bit closer to that area which didn't match up with the outside. Now was not the time to investigate further - though maybe she should make sure he'd seen that door.
"I'm fine," Grace arched a little further into him. Her legs were cold. She slipped one alongside one of his. She felt his gaze on her face like a touch, though his hands seemed to be anywhere but there.
I'm going to have to kill him when this is done, a small voice in the back of her mind said faintly.
A quick intake of breath and then, softly, "It's not my favorite job ever, but it'll do for now." 'Believe me,' she tried to communicate through her gaze, firm and steady. 'I can do this.'