Anna's inquisitive and frightened gaze had moved over to Sullivan who though hearing what his friend said, did not respond. He waited as she searched his eyes for the modicum of truth, expecting her reaction to Angelo's words.
Now sure he wasn't going to respond, Anna turned back to a smiling Angelo, his face brightened by the crinkle in his eyes. "I am…not sure I follow."
He directed her to the gates, waving a jolly hand to some of the workers around while Sullivan tagged behind. When his waving hand moved to her back, Sullivan was quick to grab it, his face a contour of dour that spoke of how irritating he found his friends' behaviour.
"Well…" He pretended to be immune to Sullivan's piercing eyes on him as he explained to her. "...the French has made a huge mistake and Michael has created the stage for your revenge." He paused once they were near the shooting arena letting her take distractions as Anna's gaze followed the setup.
