"I know. And, yeah, I know. But this is the best shot I'm going to get at shutting this business down, and it just can't go on. I could keep calling for an escort, but I shouldn't have to. It's not right, not fair. Not for me, or for you, or for anybody else agreeing to be an emergency contact because every time I'm out in the open? That's much too much... and I am not going to live worriedly watching the sky." Sam turned her attention to Soundwave, serious expression softening a little. He sounded understandably uncomfortable, unsure, and his aura didn't just echo that---it advertised it. "Getting it over with sounds good."

The sooner, the better.

"We wanting to walk, or...?"