She relaxes back into the couch, leans against it to look at him. It's a less distancing stance that the pause she'd had before, and she's well aware of it.

The solidity of the couch also feels safe.

"I...was surprised at the amount of information given," she says, slowly, "not that...he compelled you to do it. You were giving intel on the enemy.





I was using my own history anyway. And...us. When he told me."