The worn way Justice spoke, as if that ever-present sharp edge had suddenly become considerably eroded, gave Lou a nagging feeling of guilt. But she couldn't help it. She would go along with everything the other woman was telling her, but she drew the line at accepting that it was for her own good. She would have been better with Justice saying she just couldn't get into it, that it was a matter of national security, just about any reason besides yet one more person in her life knowing what was best for her.
The guilt and the fact that Justice had saved her butt not moments ago kept her from asking if the other woman would put out the cigarette. Lou enjoyed hanging around with people when they were on their smoke breaks in open spaces, but close quarters like this drove home the reason she'd never taken to smoking herself. There was something about it that made her stomach do flip-flops when she breathed it in too much.
"I appreciate you keeping an eye out, I do." Today especially even if she hated to admit that she needed the help. Even if she wanted to tell Justice she wanted to know what to look for so she could keep two eyes out for herself. But Lou knew the end of an issue when she heard one, so she didn't push it. "Up there, across from the fire hydrant and hang a left."