It takes her a eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, her nose wrinkling as she blinks to try and reorient herself. The darkness puts her on edge, makes her prickle, her fingertips itching for the weapons stowed into her pockets, the bag that he's taken from her.

"I asked you to stay," she says lowly, the irritation wavering in her voice. She needs something, anything to take the edge off the anger, but she can't even pace it into submission without pain shooting up her leg. "You knew - you knew the danger it would put you in, and you fucking did it anyway."