[Look, nothing Chloe ever says could possibly be wrong, so of course that look of amusement of his only prompts her own expression to sour further. She’s nearly bristling enough that she’s tempted to snap at him about it, but manages to bite her tongue long enough for her gaze to follow that gesture to the indicated sign.

Okay, that’s something to work with at least. And it makes that vague as hell advice she’d been given by the one she’d pestered directions to get down here from to “find the eye” make a whole lot more sense. She looks back his way, dropping the agitation from her tone just a tad.]

Well, you’re just Mr. Know-It-All, aren’t you?

[She’s going to frown so deeply when she realizes who owns the place. Connect those dots, girl!!]

Like I said, I’m more than capable of handling it. [A beat in which she crosses her arms over her chest, and then with the flippancy of totally not asking for real, totally:] Got any other unsolicited advice, since you’re feeling so charitable?

[God, she needs to get her hands on a gun or something asap.]