Becca's shoulders sagged slightly as she watched him stagger back toward the couch, blinking at the mingled relief and disappointment that went through her all at once.
"Save it," she said, wincing at the sound of her own voice. Her throat was still slightly hoarse from the holy water, and her head was throbbing, but that was beside the point. The man had gone from one extreme to the other, and now she wasn't quite sure how to deal with him. "I'm still a captive audience, and he still has Annie, now is not the time to fall apart on me!"