[ Still so careful. Atta girl. Clay smiles and hums appreciatively, deciding the best course of action. ]

My driver is waiting for a summons. It only makes sense to make one trip, in that case. I live outside Astoria; would that drive be okay in your- condition?

[ He lowers his hand to the space below her hip, gently touching, massaging lower and feigning a concerned look. Such a pitiable illness. ]