"I don't think she'll come after you." Wash kept his hands in his pockets and his voice calm; if he was going to be the dissenting opinion, he was going to keep everything in check this time. "For one, she probably feels like hell, and that doesn't go away for a few days. For another...you confused the hell out of her, Greg. It was all over her face. People hell-bent on revenge don't usually expect mercy, especially not from the people they hurt." Boy, did he know how that went. "I don't think she knows how to handle that, and I don't think she'll make a move until she's got it figured out." He shrugged. "Even if I'm wrong, we still have at least a few days."