The look he manages to pull out of her with that response isn't all that pleasant. She gets that he's on edge and in pain, but for god's sake, he's being downright pissy. Maybe if she were petting the top of his head and coddling him like a toddler, that'd be different, but Chloe's not one to patronize and he knows it. Or at least he should.

She's about a half a second away from telling him to put the bag away himself if he's so bloody capable, opens her mouth to say something, and then shuts it again, thinking better of it as she tosses it back into the overhead bin.

"Sure thing, love."


It takes her a good ten minutes to come back, (the time of her past two trips combined) with two glasses of chilled water in hand for them both. She takes a good long sip of her own before passing off his and dropping herself down in her seat once again.