Gil gave a nod, resting a hand on the small of her back. He guided her towards the door and then turned to glance over his shoulder at Skye. Knowing she would attempt to follow he spoke out.
"Skye, stay with Nick for the moment please, make yourself useful."
He looked back to Sara, guiding her out the front door and down the hall.
"You'll run yourself ragged, Sara. I understand well enough that it is difficult to pull yourself away from personal cases," he closed his eyes fora moment, trying not to bring up Sara's ordeal with the miniature killer. "You look as though you're on the verge of a breakdown, Sara. That won't solve anything."
He pulled out the art of subtle distraction, "So tell me, Sara. How have you been?"