"We're fine," she snapped. Right now, she was too on edge. Every second she was standing here talking to him, the clock was ticking. Which made her uneasy. Because... as much as she'd like to shoot him herself? She doesn't want someone picking him off.

"Got a gun an' a few bolted doors. Nothin' is gonna get anyone here. I know 'bout takin' care of myself without th' moon or anythin'."