Oh. Much's mouth squashed over to one side of his face and he lay both his arms on the bar, resting his weight on them. "I'm worried about her," he admitted, since she'd asked. "I don't think she's safe in New York, cos all the people her boyfriend used to run with are still here, and they're not good people. But she's not ready to leave, and it's not like this city is exactly safe for anyone, anyway, so..." He shrugged, although it really wasn't a shrugging matter. "Can't do a whole heap about it."