There Sarge is, asking the good questions. He makes a very valid point. It's strange to think that Adelaide would come all the way here, putting her life at risk in a huge way, for the benefit of anyone but them. It's the way they've always managed to stay alive-- by only looking out for themselves and each other. The only things that matter. Since when did she start making those foolish decisions to help anyone aside from them?
He doesn't have much time to fret over that. Suddenly Adelaide is moving forward, grabbing him by his face and lifting his gaze up from the phone in his hand. He's not sure why it makes his stomach roll over when she does it, but he feels it tumble around anyhow. There's something so like the old days in this. Her, feeling so comfortable that she'll stride right up and snatch his face in her hands. Her fierce stormcloud eyes locked on his own. Her stubborn mouth set in a frown. All of it seems so familiar, and he wants so badly to hold on to this moment and pretend that he never heard what he did.
But he did.
He jerks his chin back, pulling his face out of her grip. He'd step back if he could, but he's already backed up against the display case behind him. He looks cagey, wary, like a dog that's too used to being kicked by now. His eyes are as guarded as they can get when they return to hers. "I know what you said, alright? I got it. We'll get you your cop's medicine. You ain't got to worry about any noise. I'll be real quiet."