Thing was silent, his temper had caught her off guard and once again she regretted leaving her sidearm on the table. He stepped back, away from her but she didn't move from where she stood, unsure of how to react. Once realizing she had been holding her breath she exhaled slowly. "Cardimine." She muttered, not making eye contact, instead turning back to the window. His temper made her uneasy, she wasn't one for conflict and if it came to it, he would overpower her.
"You are one lucky man, Doctor Holiday. Had you contacted the other Rogues, you would be as good as dead." She fell silent for a few moments, deciding whether she should leave the station and let him continue his work. She eventually sighed before walking across to the table, sitting opposite him. If she left now she may as well shoot him herself. "You are lucky that I agree with you." She bites her lip and looks at him, deep in thought, she couldn't blame his outbursts on him, he had so much going on, one person could not be expected to cope well under those circumstances.
Eventually she shakes her head and takes his hands in hers. Despite the concern she was trying to hide, she had a slight reassuring smile. "Let's keep this between the two of us for the moment. It will be safer. While we are trying not to rely on the Outcasts, they still have a heavy presence here in Liberty." She cautiously let his hands go once she realized what she was doing, and rested hers on the table with an apologetic look, and a slight shrug of her shoulders. "I would offer my help, however, I am just a simple Rogue.... but, I'm not going to have you killed. Telling anyone else..... Turning you in to the Outcasts.... I should. I should send you away now." She shook her head slightly. "But." she pauses. "But, I gave you my word you will be safe here."
