At his offer, her expression shuttered, then crumpled. It was ridiculous, and she knew it, but, "I don't want to hurt anyone," she whispered. Remembering how Jo easily described shooting someone so that they didn't die was enough to make her sick all over again. Still, she wasn't sure what sort of alternative there could be.
Until --
Relief and gratitude twined together immediately and she looked up at the man sitting calmly beside her. She could go back to work, on those terms. She could maybe even go back home again. "I would like that."
She'd found his hand, then, despite the lingering disgust with herself for having let this happen to her in the first place. But the next moment, she'd uncurled herself from the corner of the couch and folded herself back up very close against his side. Maybe she should have asked if it was all right to do that. This close, she could feel the tension seizing him. Uncertainly, she shifted.