Percy grimaces at her answer. That is to be expected, he supposes. He half expects to see Anna Ripley show up at any moment, his hand twitching to reach for the gun holstered at his side, just in case. But he focuses on the good for the moment, on a familiar face standing before him.

And manages a smile, in spite of all the conflicting emotions he's experiencing. "It's good to see you as well. Though I wish it were in a much more cheerful setting." Like Whitestone, like their home.