She doesn't know why she should trust him, but she wants to. She needs to. She doesn't really have anyone else to trust. It doesn't help that her ears were tuned to the steady thump of his heartbeat, and there were none of the other tell-tale signs of deception. As far as she could tell, he was telling the truth. She'll just have to hope he isn't wrong.

She reaches up, taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet.

"I just have to pick up some stuff."

Some stuff being her jacket. She doesn't really have anything else.