Yvonne Finley's expression didn't change, and she looked directly at him: "Whether it's true or not, I'll find out for myself. And regarding whether I can or cannot, I'll decide that myself. There's no need for you, Mr. Hank, to talk in riddles with me here."
Hank Finn walked back over to her. He was tall, always dressed in black, with a sense of authority; if it weren't for his handsome face, few would dare to approach him.
"You're quite calm," he said.
He placed a box in front of her. When opened, it revealed a fully equipped first aid kit. He selected some wound liquid and soaked a cotton swab in it, attempting to treat her injury.
Yvonne pulled back slightly.
Her actions and intentions were clear.
