Derrica doesn't say good out loud. It would be so painfully unfair, like driving her fingers into a bruise.

But to hear this answer is a relief. Some minor tension loosens in her, as Loxley goes on. Gives her something heartfelt, when he could have dodged away from the conversation altogether.

"So have I," Derrica promises. Meant to ease some of the disquiet she senses there, something that she stirred up in him. "I'm sorry. I know tonight you were keeping us safe."

Sorry for pressing him this way, when maybe she could have left it alone.