“Unless you got a sore throat. Then laughter’s not the best medicine. Never really understood that phrase. Whenever I’m sick, I never feel like laughing.” He shrugged and smirked.
Silas couldn’t exactly argue with her on that. It was dumb for a woman like her to be out here by herself, especially after the anonymous and creepy gift she’d received from someone who may or may not have been the killer. It meant someone was keeping tabs on her, and that didn’t settle well with Silas.
“Fell off a fire escape,” he answered. Simple explanation. “Not one of my more graceful moments, no, but…” He paused and laughed. “There’s no buts about it. It just wasn’t graceful.”
Smiling, he shrugged a little. “Dunno if I’d give me that much credit. Can’t do much on a bum leg, ya know? The docs are already bitching about me overworking myself.”
He nodded. He had a lot of people he got along with, too, even if they weren’t exactly under the friend label, but he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to stand being in a room that was “standing room only.” That didn’t sound very comfortable. “Could always live on a boat. Safe out there.” More or less, anyway. It was mostly a joke, anyway. For lack of anything better to say.
Silas gave a laugh. “Well, let’s get you back to your room so that bad idea isn’t made bad for too long, eh?” He hesitated. “I’ll walk with ya. Make sure you get back safe.”