The smile she gave him didn't quite reach her eyes. It was sweet, but he was absolutely right. Books. Covers. Yadda, yadda, yadda. She had sins she needed to answer for. One in particular, despite the fact that people had spent centuries telling her that it wasn't her fault that man was dead.

God. It was totally her fault. And no platitudes in the universe would change that fact. Nothing short of a time-traveling DeLorean would change that fact.

"You're sweet, but you don't really know me." A pause. "Okay, that came out sounding way sketchy." She shook her head. "I mean, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. Promise. I mean, you're being nice and everything and helping me and I just..." Wow. Words were usually her thing. "Actually, I'm not sure you belong in Hell."