She was a little skeptical about it really working on him too. His mind was way to deep, sometimes, for something like this to work. But she had some hope that it would, at the very least, help him relax a little.
"What and ruin their fun? No way." She knew both men had killed a few 'dirtbags' as they called them. And no doubt they just saw Gisborne as another dirtbag.
She settled into a comfortable sitting position above his head. Looking down at his face, it was hard not to frown. "Oh...Sweetie, you look like you've been hit by a Mack truck. I hope to god this helps a little." She didn't mean it to be insulting. Concern etched in her tone.
Pointing the remote, the lights dimmed, and the projector projected, sounds of the forest trickled out from the speakers that surrounded them. "I tried to get as close as I could to stuff you'd hear in Sherwood."