Alyssa paused in her walk. Her heart started to beat more quickly. This was -- not what she'd expected him to bring up. Her getting shot for him, maybe. Apologizing for barging in on her operation, in her dreams. Asking to compare notes for their debriefing... not this.
She wasn't sure she was ready to deal with the strange thing between them, but she wasn't going to run from it either. She hadn't gotten this far by running. And she didn't want to assume too much either -- if Karl'd proven one thing over her undercover mission, it was that she couldn't read his mind.
Licking her lips quickly, Alyssa glanced around the street and moved to prop one foot against a storefront as she leaned against the wall, drawing them off of the main thoroughfare. "It wasn't torture. I heard it had sparkling dialogue."