"No," he agrees, letting himself be led back to the subject they're ostensibly here for. He squeezes a blob of ketchup out onto one corner of the pile of fries as he goes on. "It's dangerous, it's stupid, and it's getting in the way of the police. But if you don't -"

And here, he meets her eyes again, utterly intent.

"- then a kid's going to die. She was taken from her own home, while her mom was in the basement. She should have been safe." It's been months now, and he's still never quite shaken that sick feeling he got the first time he saw Sarah Lowe's picture on the news. Not when he really thinks about the stakes. "And the cops don't know how to find her. You'd look for her then, wouldn't you?"