He would have likely been more concerned if she'd been looking ready to go out, but he couldn't help flicker his gaze downward to see what she was donning. It was obviously night apparel, and her hair, pretty and in light waves, hung down her back in untidy strands. It seemed that, even when sweating, tired-looking, and probably with one or two visible scrapes, see was more than willing to tease him—and in some way, he appreciated that.

"Terribly," he teased in response, brushing the stray hairs out of his face so he could see her without trouble. "I'd say I'm shocked that you came outside in this middle of this situation—" he said with a glance towards the number of law enforcement officials in the background. "—but I'm not. Not at all."

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