The fact that he hadn't had a girlfriend since they'd parted pleased her more than she'd ever admit, even to him. She'd been on her own for some time, and while she'd gotten bitter about never hearing from him, it had helped her with her work. She had more medals than she could count, and she wasn't that old. Stopping in front of his cabin with him, she looked to the door, then to him. With a casual shrug, she easily hid the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>"It's fine." She wasn't afraid of death, pain, or torture, and she'd be damned if she was going to show she was afraid of going into his cabin, alone, with him.