Jaime looks up at her, dragging his hands down his face and does the mental math.

Would she keep his secret better if she knew how serious it was? Would it be safer if there was one less person that could tell Jorgmund - possibly under duress, even if she wouldn't on purpose.

He thinks back to what they talked about when they met. About war and nuclear bombs and dictators and evil regimes. If there is anyone here so far that he actually trusts, it's...well.

Someone who gets why he'd be so paranoid. Maybe they haven't been around each other long enough to become best buds but there has been an understanding, a kinship almost.

He stands up.

"Can we - can we move away from everyone a little bit?"

There's a copse of trees with some benches on the other side.