â€œThanks.â€ Eve had said to his comment about her looking different and left it at that for the time being. She didnâ€™t have words for him when heâ€™d told her about his experience with the packet. She knew nothing she would say could change anything but another part of her knew that one of the files were of his own parents. It might have been one of the reasons he even agreed she didnâ€™t know and she didnâ€™t care. In a way she even hoped he wouldnâ€™t have come to here, even not knowing it was going to be her. â€œWhatever you say.â€ She said to his conditions, â€œI donâ€™t know how well my superiors are going to take that but I couldnâ€™t care less. In my opinion I would have started over somewhere else. Might have even been safer.â€<br/><br/>Gripping the wheel of her car when he mentioned looking for something. â€œThey touched your stuff I am assuming then?â€ She asked knowing the answer. â€œSorry, Iâ€™ll talk with them later about that. I specifically told them to grab clothes and get the hell out obviously they donâ€™t know how to follow instructions.â€ Her voice had become venomous for a moment until she released the wheel and pinched the bridge of her nose. It seemed to be the only thing to calm her down. Looking up at him she said calmly. â€œDeep shit isnâ€™t the half of it, and no I wasnâ€™t. They wanted to just keep you locked up I was the one who convinced them otherwise.â€ She paused a moment, â€œand before you go looking too much into it I did it because I donâ€™t like throwing innocence in jail for something they didnâ€™t do. As far as my patience goes, it depends on the situation. I thought you were worth it, thatâ€™s all.â€ Direct, matter of fact talking. Was it really that hard to be cordial to him? No, he just made her feel something she didnâ€™t want to admit to.<br/><br/>After the silence she smiled, â€œthank you, sheâ€™s my baby, and you were right with the first year and model. My beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala. I put my heart and soul into her and not once has she failed me.â€ She paused and patted the dash, â€œearlier I was looking for bugs. I do not want the FBI near my car, nor listening on our conversation. I wanted to do this without their knowledge.â€ It was nice to talk about something other than work but it brought to mind what sheâ€™d done earlier.<br/><br/>She paused a moment to look out the window and find the right words when she finally turned to face him and said, â€œIâ€™m sorry about earlier, I get a lot of crap at work from those who say the exact same things to me only they donâ€™t quite mean it the way you seem to.â€ Another pause and she let out a breath.  â€œJames told me you looked confused before I came to see you. He said something about the possibility of you actually not being a jerk when you said it. At the time I grouped you in with the others and I am truly sorry about that.â€ Everything told him she was being sincere, body language, eyes, and even the tone in her voice.<br/><br/>Getting that out of the way felt good, and she was glad sheâ€™d done it. Started the engine she said, â€œNow we have a few different choices, one we can go back to headquarters and face the music or we could do whatever comes too mind. However, running away is no longer an option. You said you would help, even if it is once, and I am going to hold you to that. Got it?â€