Annalisa was startled as she watched a man limp towards her, and froze up, between the tears and the darkness, she couldn't tell exactly who the man was. As he got closer, she noticed it was the man from the bar. She heard him say he worked for Bracco, and felt a wave of relief over her as he led her toward his car. 

She graciously got into the car when she reached it, her shoeless foot throbbed, but she ignored it. She quietly looked at the man, and wiped away her tears. "Are you okay?" She asked timidly, her body shaking a little due to the fact that she was cold. The situation of the night had just gotten stranger, due to the fact that she was now sitting in a car with a man she really didn't know but apparently worked for her boss. She looked for the right words to discribe her situation, but her mind was too shook up to explain that she had shot a man. She didn't know how he would react to that, even if he did work for the boss. Instead, when she opened her mouth,"You're driving me home, aren't you? I can fix you up there, and plus, you'll understand my little fiasco that I can't be bothered to explain right now as soon as you get in.." She nervously blubbered, she had a really bad fear of the Feds, and didn't like the fact that she had to get help to clean up her problem.