[She nods fast as he asserts himself, but falters when he asks after her.]

Me? I... [Well then. He can catch a waft of her own dread, not just of a pulse-pounding encounter but of perceiving things best never seen. An awareness of something beyond her scope or power that might rend her apart if she turns to face it.

And exhaustion. A bone-weary exhaustion that betrays her easy cover and quick words.]

I'm fine. I've seen her before. I don't like having to see her again, but it's not the first time I've been made to.

[There's a beat.]

For what it's worth, I don't think she can do much to anyone any longer.