In response she set a hand along her stomach. The wounds had long since healed and were nothing more then faint scars, but the memories weren't so much. Still.
"I don't like New York." she sighed then, "Alright, on one condition. You bring him here. I feel safer here." The city just drowned her out. She could think more here. And she knew all the exits here. "If anything, maybe this place will help him as it's helped me. It's peaceful here." She'd leave it again once she'd talked to Patrick, but that wasn't the point. "Bring him here and I'll talk to him. You have to trust I'll still be here." Which could be the cinch. He had no assurances she'd not just pick up and leave. He didn't know she wasn't that cruel.