Off sounds good. And out of this godforsaken garage sounds wonderful.

Her answering nod is jerky.

But, she belatedly realizes, Mike can't see it.

She licks her cracked and bleeding lips, and releases a short breath that judders in her chest.

"Yeah."

Offering him her hands, she goes as still as fight-or-flight allows, biting down on a hiss when the tape rips from her skin.