Darren looks down, sheepishly.

"Well, I have you to thank for that, Miss Claire." Leaning in, he gives her a quick hug, relief rolling off him in waves.

"I'll be off then, it was nice to see you. If you need me, here's my number." Darren jots down the number and gives it to her.

"Call me if you need anything, I'll come running," he says, openiong the door to leave, turning as he passes through it.

"Oh, and tell the guys that I'll be having words if they stop being so helpful." Smiling, Darren walks away, happy with how it went.