She has half a mind to avoid him when he starts moving closer, but she doesn't. She stands stalk still, eyes flicking to the dull flash of silver when he pockets that badge, and then to the hand he places at her waist. Her expression doesn't crack or crumble, but something about her seems to quiet.

She catches his eyes.

"I know.





"I want the son-of-a-bitch who did that t'be caught jus' as much as you do. It ain't right. But I don't want you or I t'suffer because of it."