She didn't meet his gaze again. For some reason she felt the smallest twinge of guilt. It was true, she understood that his actions had always been necessary... But she still didn't like him. Nor did she want his help. But she did know she might not have a choice in that matter.

"So what you're saying... Is that you have something you want me to do. Is that correct?"

After all, she couldn't imagine another reason for him to suggest that she needed his help.