Riley jumped when she heard a unfamiliar voice shouting to someone. She glanced at him, her eyes narrowed and cautious. She noticed one man she didn't know, and then Alex, if that was even his real name. Her heart jumped when the man, she figured as a doctor, said if they hadn't got her here when they did she'd be dead right now. She suppose she did have them to thank for that- but not now, maybe when she got some answers to unresolved questions. She ignored Alex when he greeted her, instead looked in the opposite direction away from him. When he mentioned he had some explaining to do, she snorted then looked over to glare at him. "No shit, Sherlock." She said.

She glanced at the man whose name she found out was Archer. "Did he help you murder my fiancee, or was it all your own doing?" She said, her eyes back on Alex. "Or is there another reason you have [i]his[/i] gun." She spat. Her side had started to hurt again and her head was throbbing bad. She winced but put the pain aside. "Can we be alone? Please." She snapped at Archer. When he left the room, she raised her arm and slapped Alex, but gasped as pain shot through her side. "Damn it." She muttered, closing her eyes, waiting for the pain to go away. Tears threatened to pour out but she wouldn't get emotional, no, not this time. "Why did you do it, Alex... Oliver admired you- he was going to ask you to be his best man, just for me. To make me happy..." She said in a soft whisper and despite the struggle a tear rolled down her cheek.

The tears was mixed from the physical pain and the emotional pain. She didn't look at him, she couldn't, it just made the emotional pain much worse.