[It should be obvious that she's thought about it, too, either because of her observation about assassins or the general alertness to her nature - Andrew seems bright-eyed and perceptive, though also fidgety in way someone might during the lead-up to a terrible migraine.]

Someone would be stupid to do it now; right away, anyway. [Though her emotions are also stomy - she isn't dealing well with the thought of failure.] Still, is this... protection? That you're offering me? At least until I make it to my bed.