Carrie'd done her best, while Doug had signed himself out, to look completely innocent. She'd avoided the eyes of surprised nurses, who'd probably been wondering where the hell she'd come from. Slightly self conscious, her hand moved to one of her back pockets, where her line gun was hidden.
Once in the elevator, she raised a brow. "That sucks. Sorry." There wasn't much else that could be said. Carrie could empathize with being small and weak, but it sounded lame to try and compare their experiences.
The doors slid open and Carrie held out her arm for him to take. "Your car awaits, sir," she said, trying for some weak humor.