Again he took a step closer, but wasn't going to help unless she really needed.

(He knew a thing or two about being stubborn.)

Retaking his seat, he scratched at the stubble forming on his jaw and shook his head.

"We'll figure all that out in a bit. Y'ain't leavin' yet, so we've got some time."

He was already running through a list of things that would have to be done to make this work, and not liking half of it.

"We're gonna have to bring the doc in on this. He's gonna have to help me with records an' all."

A stabbing couldn't go unreported, but it's hard to fill in the sheet when the victim doesn't technically exist in this world.