Victoria looked back to Alex when she noticed him turn to her. She shifted uneasily at his expression.
	She looked to him, confused, wondering what he meant.
	When his grin widened, showing off his too-white teeth, she had to look away, reminding herself and her instincts once more that he was still the Alex she knew. Her gaze turned somewhere between the floor and the window, hoping it would make it seem as if she was only following his glance.
 	“You mean a fire escape?” she asked slowly. She eyed the hall once more, then stepped back inside the apartment. She closed the door firmly behind her, as if the simple latch would ward off any dangers, then stepped toward the window. "Never been down one. But I suppose it's better than waltzing out the front door."