She knew that look. She'd seen often enough on John's face that seeing it on Lindsey's almost made her heart stop. She had to be honest. It looked better on Lindsey than it did on John, but that could just be because she knew John so well she coule guess what he was up to. "I'd be more concerned about chunks of your soul." She gave a smile that could mean anything, wrinkled her nose almost playfully then took a sip of the coffee.
She sighed for his advice and got a tired smile on her face. "Lindsey. My kind of work? Someone's always watching. You don't get anything done by playing it safe." She shrugged a shoulder and the smile became more friendly. "I'm used to it. Besides, I owe you one."