That she seemed genuinely nervous made Rory feel slightly better. A bit less like she was about to get played. It was difficult to completely shake feelings of paranoia and doubt, but she had decided to try.
Once.
And so Rory listened, all the while rubbing slow circles against her son's back. His crying had stopped, mostly from exhaustion. He'd probably be asleep before she even tended to his hand. That probably wasn't a bad thing. The boy had been through enough without adding peroxide to the mix.
"Why would you hide, though?" Rory asked finally, because that was still confusing. "Plenty of people came here alone. This is a community we're all building, a proper life. There was no reason to hide down here."
She paused, looking back at all the stolen goods. "Especially not when everything you took would've been provided to you anyway. That's what we do here. This isn't like the safehouses."