He says that the reporter's got a year, and Raleigh runs her hand down her face. "And if he files charges, it'll be in all the papers." It's quiet, almost resigned, and she shakes her head. "I wish- I mean... what he did was-"

She stopped, and just shook her head. "I wish that it wasn't the sort of thing that could just mess up everything."

Sitting on one of the ladder rungs, Raleigh looks up at him. "Can I- I have a weird... question. Which is- I mean-" She's having problems actually spitting it out, and she swallows hard. "Listen, do you want to like... get a cup of coffee, or something?" She was covered in dirt, the place was (still) a mess, but there was something that'd been sort of eating at her for a while, and he's the only one she knows she can even sort of ask.