He pays no mind to her words. They are just that and any sort of random statement or forewarning is lost in a thick haze of determination to move on; to carry through the objective of his assignment even though it wasn't his handlers who made the order.

It's the unmistakable feeling of someone about to make contact with him physically that has him grab her instead, metal fingers curling around her wrist in what seemed to take less time than it would to blink. Distant blue eyes made contact with hazel ones.

He didn't say anything but it was clear by his expression that he wasn't going to accept that statement.