"Trust you?" she repeated, looking back at him. Her expression started to slip, somewhere between distressed and accusatory.

"You brought us here." Her gaze darted between his eyes before narrowing and she pushed at his shoulders, a short jab. "Got us in through the door and took us where we need to be. All you had to do was walk away, LeBeau. Was that so hard?" The words weren't hers, but possibly the inflection was. The volume definitely was.

"To just walk?"