The sound of the smoke alarms weren't that reassuring and Sheila's nose wrinkled. She hefted the bottle of grape juice into the other hand, waiting for her knock to be answered. If he took his time, she'd forgive him.
She flashed him a pearly smile as he came out though. "Had an accident?" her voice was only slightly teasing as she took his arm. "Anywhere's a big statement. Do you want to rethink that before I come up with a terrible option?" Her bottle of grape juice was going in her truck then.