Terry looked up to Sean and nodded. She sat back in the pew, and reached for her purse. She reached out her hand palm-up next to Sean's pocket, beckoning her fingers to provide her the keys.
If a situation to arise, she wouldn't have time to get them then. She would have to up and run. She hated every bit of it, but she wasn't in the position to argue. Arguing could come later, after they were both safe.