"Yes, I think so." More would probably come back up. Hell, better make sure what he already had wouldn't do so.

Very, very slowly, alert for the merest sign from her that he shouldn't, he reached out and, this time, so gently touched her arm. What came to mind was You'll be here when I get out? but what he said, from some deep instinct that the shoe was on the other foot, was, "See you when I get out."