A SENSE OF RELIEF washed over her. To know his assailants hadn’t tracked him down in any way, put her at ease. It was unlikely that they’d find them here. WIth the apartment complex situated in an unwelcoming area, they probably wouldn’t have thought to look there. It was a good thing for both of them. LOGAN could hide here until he was properly healed without worries. Then he could go on his merry way, to do whatever it was that he did. While she wouldn’t turn her back on him when in need, the less he lingered, the better. She couldn’t afford to be dragged into a worse position than she was already in. Unwanted guests never went over well with her boss. “Good,” she said simply as her shoulders visibly relaxed at his reassurance. “I didn't exactly want to make any phone calls today.”
HIS TONE turned somewhat dismissive, writing off the attack as not that big of a deal. As if he was simply talking about his morning cup of coffee, or a jog through the park. She figured run-ins like these were common for him, a part of his everyday life — an aspect they shared. Thus, the casual tone in which he spoke wasn’t surprising to her. It seemed almost appropriate, given the circumstances. “A prisoner? Seems a bit extreme,” she pushed herself off the wall, and closed the distance between them. “Well, good thing you made it out in one piece.. For the most part,” a single digit hooked under the strap of his undershirt, glancing at the damage done to his clothing. Even to the untrained eye, some places were visibly not as bad as the others. “When you are done, I can take these to our dry cleaner later for you, if you want. She won’t ask any questions,” and she was sure of it. Similarly to her, the woman worked for the same man and group of criminals. She was tasked with taking care of their dirty laundry, riding it off any evidence that could put any of the members at risk. If YUNO simply asked, it would be taken care of swiftly.
