Okay, so kindness didn't have the result she'd expected. Watching him, seeing the confusion on his face, she wondered if it was because he was confused about her or about any kindness being shown to him at all. She hated to admit it, but it broke her heart a little to see.

A bleeding heart such as hers was a damn good way to get killed.

It was also a way to keep him safe until Rogers or someone could take care of him.

"I have a safe house a couple blocks from here where we can stay. Not much food, but I can microwave us something, if you want."

She was tempted to just reach out and lead him to where she wanted him to be, but she suspected that he would, at the very least, break her arm for that. She'd try the more patient tact for a while longer, though patience wasn't exactly her strong suit.