Composure - that was something Dani usually had in droves. She'd been born with it, many had said, always able to keep her emotional expression between hard to read, medium levels while showing what needed to be shown, and hiding what needed to be hidden. She was a natural at it, and one of the reasons why she'd been so accepted into the flock that Billy McShane had come into. But there were times, rare, but always at the highest or lowest points in her life, where Dani just barely held onto that talent. She had to wrangle her terror and rage into submission when he - the man who'd come to assassinate the father of her child - brushed his lips to her neck, even more so than with the gun in her gut. It tightened, tensed along with the rest of her body, and she held her breath.
But it released, shaky and lost with his words. Dani knew she was in danger - she knew it'd be a miracle for her to get out of this unscathed, but the image Billy'd put in her mind nearly broke her.
"We're good!" she called at the security guard, putting ever scrap of effort she had into pulling her lips into a smile and giving him a wave. It tasted like battery acid. "Sorry--we were just leaving." The guard paused for another look, then appearing satisfied, shook his head and started walking back the way he came. Dani felt a smile coil against her neck before she heard the driver's door click open by her hip. She swallowed thickly and her knees felt like jello, but she got inside.