In seconds, she handed him the hardcopies. Briefly, their hands touched and she met his gaze. "Don’t start feeling responsible for me being here." she said softly, in a voice the others couldn’t hear. "I was bitchy when I caught up with you at the warehouse. That wasn’t how I really feel. I’m just scared. Haven’t had any sleep, and I’ve been running on kaf and sheer nerves. I came along for myself. Life may not be great in the sprawl, but at least it’s mine and no one else’s. It means a lot to me to be able to say that."