Though it wasn't difficult for the assassin to keep in step with the woman, the increased pace came as somewhat of a surprise. As cautious as they had been entering the infirmary, he wouldn't have taken her for stomping through the hallways. Their situation was an irritable one, yes, but they had to stay calm if they didn't wish to attract attention to themselves. Reaching their (albeit pointless) goal did not leave them clear to make so much noise.

Though from the sound of it, she seemed far more concerned about the well-beings of the patients around her than herself. 'Concerned' was possibly a bad word in this case, but it was difficult finding another that would suitably convey how... threatening her statement came across as.

He wanted to claim this was unlike her. She had wandered into his hallway in order to leave candy with a man she claimed was "sweet." She had put herself through a short-lived personal hell to give her son a teddy-bear. He couldn't imagine her spewing bile at people who had done nothing to earn it, but he didn't know her.

His eyebrows rose in concern, but the need for personal space kept him from placing a hand on her shoulder. As it were, there wasn't a need to make things more complicated by grating the woman's frayed nerves further by initiating unwanted contact. "Is there something the matter, Ms. Littleton?"