"Shit, you have to leave? Alright... alright be safe, okay?" He ran his hand through his hair. He cursed that he had just now realized that the people he worked with weren't in it all time like him. They had lives apart from the hunt, with jobs and families. He hated that weakness.
He moved closer to Miss Port, careful to keep his voice down. "What I mean is that I think our receptionist friend over there is leading us into a trap- or at least I don't think we'll be getting any easy answers tonight. Call me paranoid."
Suddenly Jacque face palmed, "Damn I just realized... Quinn had the car keys with her right?"