Your best better be damn fucking good. You can help people without putting yourself at risk of dying, Drew, that's... all I'm fuckin' asking. And you know I don't usually ask fuckshit of you.

[ There's that hint of vulnerability in her eyes, like when they talked before. She doesn't know if she could take him dying again. Once was hard enough, even if it was her own fault, even if she pretended it didn't bother her until recently. ]