"Work," she chuckled, not letting him pull back far. "My day job, remember? That thing that kept me here in the city most of the week?"

She couldn't not worry about it; to a small degree anxiety was just something she lived with, something that was her norm and never left her. To a larger one, while Illya had been a present combatant for the event that had sparked off all the hospitalization and his retirement from his job, Sinthia had contacts, longstanding ones, with the people he had pretended to be part of and the ones he actually had been reporting to. If New York wasn't safe for him, it most certainly wouldn't be for her.