Her statement meant that Giselle probably hadn't realized the full implications of their situation as of yet. There would be no reaching out to get in touch, because he'd always be there. They were essentially Velcro and cotton, inseparable unless a great deal of effort was put in. He wondered if that would make her mad. Tightening his lips slightly, Ronan followed her to the door and left when she held it open for him, his gaze immediately falling on the three people he had been hoping wouldn't be there.

Senator Hunt lit up with all the practiced flare of one who was conscious about his image when on camera. "That is so good to hear. You are very welcome," he said stepping forward and making a great show of wrapping his arms around Giselle in a hug. "We can't have anything untoward happening, now can we?"

Ronan held his tongue, stepping in close to one of the secret agents near the senator and leaning into whisper in his ear. After a moment, the man nodded and pulled an object out of his pocket. He handed it over and Ronan stepped back, holding the extra Ferriday bag in his hand.

Seeming to want the last word in the situation, Senator Hunt began walking towards the office door, flanked by his security. "Stay safe my darling daughter. Until I see you again." And just like that, he was gone, leaving behind nothing but a faint whiff of expensive cologne and whiskey.

Bracing himself, Ronan turned towards Gisele, gaze sweeping over her face to gauge her reaction. Silently, he held out the bag for her, offering a convenient distraction should she need it.