"You're lucky I was close." If she'd had any idea of his condition she'd have run. As it was, assuming he'd paged her for some frivolous reason-- to try and worm his way into her good graces, or maybe merely to annoy her, send her on a wild goose chase-- much longer to get there, and they wouldn't be having this conversation. The circumstances, in an odd way, were in his favor; eager to get it over with she'd come straight over. Drawing things out was a tease, a game that had ended as soon as she'd found out about Angela.

"It's all right." She can forgive this breach of mutual avoidance, even with the dangerous currents it stirs. That he wanted her there, and that she wants to be here. If she didn't care at all-- and Cameron is mildly surprised that he has yet to remark upon it-- it wouldn't bother her where he spent his evenings. What she'd wanted was something serious, but unacknowledged-- impossible to explain without violating its own terms of secrecy.

"There are people out looking for her. If you know anything..." She trails off, steering the conversation away from what she doesn't want to discuss.