No no - it does. [Wendy points on the map, then taps the spot.] This should be it. It’s back there somewhere. [Committing the path to memory before folding the map up again - this time into a smaller square so she can tuck it away in her coat pocket. Rushed and distracted and not realizing he’s on his way over until he picks her up.]

Hey - wait! Augie! Put - me - down! [He’s scooped her up again and she’s a scowling, wriggling bundle in his arms. Eternally stubborn. He’s really got a grip on her this time.] What’re you—

[The glare she shoots him once she’s gently placed down in the store room is enough to put the fear of god into anyone. She’s mad. The quiet sort of mad that should be worrisome. She hops once, twice on her foot before getting comfortable. She’ll sit in a moment, or at the very least lean against some boxes.

He’s right - she’s not okay with this. At all. But she doesn’t make a fuss. It’s a moot point now. He’ll just go off anyway and she needs to accept that.

She huffs, blinking back stress tears when he tells her to stay put. Reluctantly, she nods a few times.]

You won’t miss. [His hand in hers, she closes her fingers around the gun. She leans in, her other hand going for his lapel. And she presses a soft kiss to his lips, one that lingers long enough for him to realize she’s trembling. Just a little. Angry at his stubbornness. Scared for him. But she’s faking a smile the best she can once she pulls away.]

Go. I’ll figure it out. Come back in one piece or I’ll kill you myself, okay?