Oh, Evan wasn't about to get into a moral discussion about her small but still serious indiscretion with a married man. She didn't even know who Vince was. Politician, producer, all around social type of mogul ... she had no idea. All she knew was that he was handsome and charming, and powerful, and funny and maybe a reincarnated god and that a coffee meeting had gotten the better of her judgement. Was the usual price of an adulterous kiss a box full of bees? No, probably not. At least it hadn't been a shotgun shell to the head. A hollow grin flickered over her face as she leaned heavily against the back of the seats. "Coulda been worse." Now wasn't that a scary thought.
Paul and Cassie ... they were just nice folks, weren't they. Genuine good samaritans. "Can't thank you enough ..." They took her side without hearing the other ... a thought that occurred to her as they pulled up to the ER entrance, Cassie assuring her they'd sniff out the culprit. A thread of panic stirred her momentarily from her half-conscious state, practically sending her heart into arrhythmia. "Idon'wanna press charges." Deep breath, her head lolling to the side to allow her open eye to silently beg the King of Seas. "The doctors ask ... 's'was an accident." If the present had been from Vince's wife -- god damn, didn't that thought feel wretchedly familiar -- she didn't want anyone looking in to it. Best settled on their own terms ... whatever the hell those were supposed to be.