"If you're looking for someone to explain how, I'm not sure I could tell you. We got a lot of immigrants, you know, America, land of the free, supposedly. My great-grandparents came over as slaves, though, so your mileage may vary."

When he requests her closeness, she acquiesces, only half conscious of how they're walking hip-to-hip now. If anyone were to ask, she's answer - and probably believe - that he's just trying to protect her from the cold lap of the night air.

She gives his hand a squeeze. "Are you going to be alright, when we get back to the Capitol?"