Sharon walked in and waved off the guards posted at his door. Steve wasn't going to do anything regrettable to her to get out. She weighed out her options on how to respond, whether to interact as Director or Sharon. She reached out and put her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "Sometimes doing the right thing isn't doing the right thing," she agreed, running her thumb over his knuckles. "Are they treating you alright? Fed, no gang fights. And don't worry, the Other Woman is locked up safe in our vault." She tried to joke with the last bit, but she couldn't really smile.