Katie sighed, stopping for a moment to look at Oliver. Apparently, he hadn't lost the ability to read her, she noted. And she also noted with a measure of worry that the fact gave her a tinge of satisfaction that she couldn't really explain.
"Oliver, this is not just Sophie." Katie frowned as she resumed packing. "We can't... I mean, the two of us..." she hesitated, trying to find the words, and at last shook her head. "Listen, you really don't need to worry, I'm perfectly capable of keeping her safe," she said in what she hoped was a final tone, stuffing a pair of trousers into her bag.
Katie really had no doubt of that - she would be all right on hew own. Yet, she also registered, not without concern, that the moment that a critical situation had emerged and she acted without thinking, she had actually trusted him to do half of the work - she had left Sophie alone in the living room with him. As much as she hated to admit it, Katie knew perfectly well she wouldn't have done that were any other person there instead of Oliver. Apparently - and as absurd as it was, working with him was still second nature to her, even nearly ten years after the War. It was intriguing, really.