"Well. Aren't you just full of nice comments?" But he was wrong about her not needing help. Bela had counted on others from time to time despite how stubborn she was. "I think everyone needs a little help on occasion. No matter how capable they are."

She sipped from her whiskey slowly, allowing the liquid to burn. This glass was going to be her last. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, Eames."