"And this." Kurt said entering the passcode into the panel on the wall. "Is my workshop."
"Hmm." Diane nodded trying to show she was paying attention.
It has been a mostly silent forty-minute drive from her apartment to Kurt's house in the country. Diane had spent most of the drive second guessing her decision. One week and she going home. She could do anything for one week. Even be ignored.
When they arrived Kurt had given her the grand tour. She couldn't deny he had a nice house for a shut in living in the middle of nowhere. She had to remind herself he was doing her a favour. He likely wanted her there as much as she wanted to be there. He was trying to save her life, she could give him a pass for not being overly talkative.
He had a extra room she could use as an office. And maybe it would be a nice change of pace to have a quiet place to work. For one week.
"My god!" Diane exclaimed as she followed Kurt into his work space. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. It's just, you have so many guns."
"Yep." Kurt nodded laughing slightly. "It's part of my job."
"Yes. Right. I know. But wow." Diane looked around the room. "When Kalinda said I'd be safe here I didn't realize she meant because you had enough weapons to stock a small army." She bite her lip slightly and was about to apologize, but if the comment offended him, he didn't show it.
"Ever shot one?"
"What, a gun?" Diane asked rolling her eyes when Kurt just raised his brow. "Right. Of course a gun. No."
"Hmmm." He just nodded before walking into an adjacent room.
"What does hmmm mean? Am I supposed to be following you?" Diane asked quickly moving to catch up.
"I have no reception in here." Kurt said grabbing a pen and jotting something on a scrap piece of paper. "If you need anything just call the landline."
"Do you spend most of your time out here?" Diane asked slipping the paper into her pocket.
"When I am working. I do do other things though. I assume you do more than spend your time thinking about case law."
Diane shrugged. "I try." She looked down at her nails quickly to break the gaze he had on her as they fell into what had become a familiar silence.
"It's going to be okay" Kurt said finally,
"Hmmm?"
"Everything will work out. It's my experience criminals are idiots. It won't be hard to catch the guy. And in the meantime, you'll stay here. He won't be able to find you. Everything will be fine."
"Thanks." Diane sighed. She had been forcing herself to believe everyone was overreacting, making this a bigger deal than it was. But if she was honest with herself she was terrified. Even though she didn't know Kurt, she believed him, everything would be fine.
"Just don't let that thing you call a dog out alone at night." Kurt said. "He'll be a nice snack."
Diane shook her head. So much for comforting words.