"I do say so," Amy said helplessly, knowing she hadn't gotten through to him.  Maybe she couldn't, maybe the idea was too ingrained in him, but she couldn't give up yet.<br/><br/>She had no intention of leaving his sight, but she was glad of his hand on her arm just the same.  It made her feel safer, even if more exposed, too.  "So, what do you do, Michael?" she asked, trying to get the conversation back to something approaching normal.  Maybe she should try to relax him first.  "When you're not rescuing damsels in distress, I mean."  She smiled wryly.