Helen would have preferred waiting a lot longer for this sort of thing to happen again, but she had no choice in the matter, it seemed. He pressed her further against the wall, managing to twist her arm between them. She winced slightly as she listened to his words, staring him down at his answer.

He couldn't answer? Why couldn't he answer? Surely, he had one, a reason for being there and doing everything he'd done today. Of course it wouldn't be that simple, would it? Things were never simple with them. That was just how it worked, how--

He tossed her to the side as though she weighed nothing and she went tumbling down, hitting the ground on all fours. Lifting her head immediately, she judged what he was doing and how far her gun was. If she absolutely had to, she had a knife in her shoe, but that was a last resort at this point, a last resort she might be bloody close to using.

"Why not?" she called up to him as she attempted to get to her feet. Time to see if he would let her. "Why can't you answer? Surely, you've got some reason for being here, for killing that woman and doing this to me."

It was a terrible idea to egg him on like this and she knew it, but part of her wanted answers while part of her simply no longer cared.