Baylie sits back in her chair. "When I return to Atlanta I will make sure to speak to him. If you think that really happy." She sighs feeling a bit defeated herself. It was best to leave at midnight, but she'd have to make an acception to that. 
"I wont be here in the morning. I've come to decide that, if i am going to help i have to get back home as soon as i can. But please promise you won't drown yourself in defeat."