The cloth flopped down into the sink as she took another breath. The clunk of the gun on the counter next to her made her flinch, keeping her eyes focused down on the cool metal. His muttered words were cold against her shoulder, sending an unfamiliar chill up her spine - a cross of unease and thrill.<br/>Her mouth opened as she turned to say something, but he was already out of sight. She turned back to the sink, darting her eyes around the stain splotched basin as though it would provide her the answers. She pushed her hands back through her hair, her arms practically touching as her head sank forward. Deep breath. She turned and looked towards her front door, her palm pressing firmly against her chest. Small things got in the way of her clear thinking. Hay and dirt were plucked from her shirt, dirt stains were brushed away, and all the while nothing came of it. She was so torn on what to do.<br/>On one hand, he clearly saved her ass. But on the other, he just<span style="font-style: italic">killed</span>someone. Like, killed them dead. This was way beyond her level of sanity. She darted over and picked up the phone from the cradle. It shook in her grip as her thumbs tapped 9-1... It slammed back down to it's home, but quickly ascended again as she dialed 9, ended and began the first five numbers for Scotch. Again, she paused, slamming it back down on it's cradle. It was clear she was loosing it, but she didn't know what the wiser choice was. Knowing the truth would help, but that seemed like it could be a mistake too. Did she really want to know why this black belt, jujitsu dude was here on her ranch?<br/>Her hand kept flying up and down, hovering and shaking at her wrists, clenching her fists and rubbing them against different parts of her body. It took a while, but she finally composed herself. Still nervous, she soaked the cloth in the sink and let it drip across the floor as she made her way to the front porch. She rested it over her collar bones, sitting on the top step and looking out to his car, pinning her hair an awaiting his return.<br/>She was lucky enough not to bake for too long (since she spent so much time in a panic), and waited for him to return to his car. She couldn't imagine he'd leave without it. Evidence if nothing else. Someone like him probably couldn't afford that kind of issue lingering.<br/>Her eyes followed him, unable to muster a smile. Her feet found the ground, crossing her arms after adjusting the soaking towel over her shoulder, and adjusting her weight from hip to hip here and there as she struggled to make eye contact.<br/>"So..." she began low, finally finding his eyes for longer than flickers, "what's... -what now?"