She nods, "I understand." And she does... more than he knows.

Even if he's not sleeping, even just resting is good for him. She lets a silence fall over the car as she drives, pushing the speed limits to get them to the safehouse as quickly as possible.

Before too long, she pulls off the highway. Navigating through back roads and side streets, she takes a winding route that ends at a parking garage. "We're here." Not waiting for him, she gets out of the car and pops the trunk. She grabs a large duffel bag and slings it over her shoulder before heading to the stairwell. One flight of stairs and a hallway later, she's unlocking the door to a nondescript apartment.

The bag goes on the table. "Fire escape is that way." She points to a window. "It's two blocks to the subway, there's a bus stop across the street, and taxis regularly stop along the road." If she were him, she'd want to know all the exits before anything. The windows had heavy curtains, and the apartment was sparsely furnished, just enough for their needs. "Do you want to rest first, or do you want me to answer your question."