He can't bring himself to tell her what he's done, nor that they are, without a certainty, doomed. Though the news that Little was able to help her brings a smile to his face. Perhaps the man will be all right after all.

As for Hickey ... he frowns.

"You've undoubtedly seen him. A man with the look of a rat or mustelid in human form, reddish hair, a beard." He lowers his voice. "He's not to be trusted."