As much as she knows that he's probably right, she dreads leaving the relative (seeming) safety of the warehouse.

If today is any indication of the way most days go, she can understand that he'd lose track.

"So what you're saying, is that in a few days, I can look forward to losing track too," she says with a slight smile. She moves to stand beside him at the door, her cheek and ear pressed to it. "It's time to make another run for it, isn't it?"