Zebel gave a slight jump as Keith came to where she had been sitting, her eyes raised up to his as he sat down beside her. Shaking her head she took one of the glasses into her hands, giving them something to do as she spoke to Keith.<br/><br/>"There has been a lot to happen and change since this tournament started, but of all the things we have done together... there isn't a reason to be sorry for them.  I suppose I was the one to start all when we first got on the train to come here together, so if anyone is suppose to be sorry it should be me."<br/><br/>There was a half smile to her lips as she thought it all over, he had beaten up cars, ripped car doors off limos, taken more then enough darts to his body, and who the hell knows were he disappeared to yesterday, all of it because of her. It seemed she caused him more grief then anything else, her hands rolled the glass between her palms as she shook her head just a little bit, though soon enough turned her full attention to Keith.<br/><br/>"There is stuff that I should tell you but... if I told you there would be the chance that you could be killed... and I am not sure if I could handle losing you now..."<br/><br/>She averted her attention now, looking to the window, though finding nothing but darkness of a tunnel there. Her hands were rolling that glass fast enough in her hands to slouch the drink over the side of the rim. A super bad case of nerves as she debated to tell him it all or to tell him impartial truths of the whole situation.