He like that she agreed with him in this. Compromiseâ€¦ this could work in his favor, if this went well he could convince her using similar tactics in the future. He was still annoyed with having to clean an injury that didnâ€™t need it, as he considered a waste of precious time. But Alan didnâ€™t really get a choice in that if he wanted to choose where she was hidden for the next few days.<br/>The assassin watched her shoo everyone out of the room with a tactful excuse, somehow managing not to make him look like a moron. He was more than a little thankful for that, many relished the chance to see an assassin weak, to see them shaken and wounded. Right now he was of the above, but he didnâ€™t dare show it. Lest he frighten her more then she already must be. How in the hell had the bastards gotten into her room without anyoneâ€™s knowledge? He would find out and there would be hell to pay for whomever this came down on. He would ensure that himself.<br/><br/>She took his wrist gently and started cleaning it thoroughly, his breath hissed out between his teeth. Goddamn that stung. In an attempt to distract himself from the pain flooding the wound he poured over the schematics looking for anything that he could defend easily.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sorry you got hurt......It's my fault. I should have known, but I just... I'm sorry I lost composure. It's drilled into me to keep calm at all times and I lost it. I lost it and it cost you your arm and for that, I'm deeply sorry..."</span>He looked at her, blinking though his sunglasses almost confused as she apologized. Heâ€™d never beenâ€¦apologized to by someone of her rank before. What in the hell was this? Not because she had wronged him in any wayâ€¦ but because she had lost her composure. He stared at her for a moment longer before speaking.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s in no way your fault; most people would be shaken after an attempt on their life occurred in their own room.â€ Alan thought of all the times he had been attackedâ€¦ yeah even hardcore assassins were left shaken after a near death experience. â€œRemember this if you remember nothing else I say: you are not the reason I was hurt, the people who tried to kill you are at fault here. Youâ€™ve done nothing wrong. Donâ€™t apologize as if you have. It makes the real apologies meaningless.â€ He made sure she was looking at him before he turned back to the schematics still looking for something he could use. Thatâ€™s when his eyes fell on it.<br/><br/>The room was perfect. One point of entry, the door, no windows, came with two rooms and three bathrooms for some reason he didnâ€™t totally understand. Oh yeah. This he could work with. He could ask her about what the note said later, for now thoughâ€¦ he needed to get her to a safe place where he could watch over her without fear of things bursting into flames. He pointed at the section with his good hand.<br/><br/>â€œHow about here? Thereâ€™re no windows, but thereâ€™s enough space for us to cohabitate, can you live with that?â€ He asked giving her the option to shot him down if she didnâ€™t like the idea of it. Giving her the option made sure that she didnâ€™t feel as if he was taking away her choice, it was in times like this one needed their ability to make choices for themselves most. He could find somewhere else if she loathed the idea. But he had a good feeling about this place.