ALEXANDER
Yvonne holds out her hand, helping the poor former hostage stand up. The man is coughing, probably from the tight grip on his choked neck. He takes Yvonne's hands, his body obviously still trembling. The look on his eyes is that of terror, as if he never expected to be in a life and death situation where all that saved him was an inspirational make up talk. To be fair, neither does anyone else.
"You good, hon, you look like you could use some lip gloss. I have some here," Yvonne says to the poor hostage.
The man can only look in both confusion and fear as the lieutenant hands him a bottle of what I assume to be lip balm.
"With all due respect, ma'am, I am not pissed off," Lt. Graves says defensively.
