I guess you just... try to make a life here. Most of us are trying to figure out who dragged us here. Or... what, I guess.

[She shifts again, finally dragging her gaze from the fake wood of the bartop and back to his face. This is the part that's going to be a tough sell, and she exhales in preparation.]

But if you mean in the next few days, there's a safehouse we have people stay in. You can stay as long as you want, but for the first few days, you can't leave. And I know that sounds fucking awful, but there's a good reason for it, I promise.