Press Conference

"How's your arm?"

"Been better," he chuckled, scratching an eyebrow.

She smiled wanly. It was tough finding something to break the ice,

"I'm sorry," she said. "For your arm," she added for clarification. Ryan nodded,

"It's alright. Sorry for what I said to you. Somehow, I feel that's even worse."

Another wan smile appeared across her lips. She wondered what she'd been scared of. Here they were, acting like a couple of teenagers. She nodded,

"Apo-"

"-Damn it all," Ryan muttered, taking off his shades.