Liam looked at the driver holding the couch above his head with Elena still on it.
Then he looked at Elena just be looking back at the driver.
The driver looked straight ahead at nothing in particular, his arms locked, his breathing unchanged, holding a full couch above his head the way most people hold a cup of coffee.
Elena watched Liam's face with the patient expression of someone who had made their point and was giving it time to land properly.
Liam closed his mouth.
The driver lowered the couch back to the floor smoothly, setting it down without a sound, and stepped back to his position near the wall.
He straightened his jacket and stood there the same way he had been standing before any of it happened.
Liam looked at Elena. "Okay," he said. "I have questions."
"I assumed you would," she said.
He moved to the chair across from her and sat down. "Before I say anything else what do you mean by your fighter is still alive? That's why I can't be your fighter?"
