"I don't know." It was a deal quieter. Spence slipped off the doorway and into the room. But he only approached a few steps, and he left the doorway clear. He didn't want to trap her.
And Spence ran out of things to say. What was he supposed to say? He was sorry? That he'd look out for her? She'd never believe any of it. So there was an awkward silence, and he turned his head to look out the window. "So do we investigate this place, or do we make a run for it?"