For the briefest moment, Sidney considered punching Francis in the nose, just to see if it would trigger another vision and give her more information. But the mention of the labs stopped her. She was a cold bitch, but she wasn't heartless, and she reserved torture and undue pain for criminals. Which this man wasn't.
"That's all I need." With a practiced ease that should have frightened her, Sidney shut her emotions down. Her face became blank, though her eyes were still hard and determined. She picked up the book again and her resolve to not care faltered as her hand hovered over the pages, waiting to turn back to the murder scene. Breathing hard, like she'd been running, she looked up at Francis.
"Look. I don't do vulnerable. I won't threaten you and say I'll hurt you if you tell anyone. I just. I don't know how to do," she waved her hand between them, "this." Sidney frowned and looked back to the book. "Will you stay here while I try to figure this out? I owe you a lot already, but I can't do this on my own."