Florence had to bite back a retort about his inevitable surprise at Anatoly's living arrangements as her eyes darted around, looking for Jack, looking for anyone. "I like my life here, it's quiet and I'm not a pawn in your games anymore." She pulled her hands from his grip, attempting to take a step back. This wasn't good. Whatever Walter wanted, she wanted no part in it.

"I'm not leaving. If you want to talk we can talk, but we're doing it here."