Avery stands still. She's been holding the gun for a long time, and her arms are aching despite its lightweight. Though Andrew is approaching her, she remains calm.
"If your heart is bad, you need medical help," she said calmly, "I can introduce you to an excellent doctor."
"Is it Charles Meyer?" Andrew asks with a meaningful and vicious look.
"Do you know him?"
"I know him very well," Andrew says.
Avery finds it odd that Andrew would know of Charles, but it's not entirely shocking. Charles is one of the best doctors in the world, but he's also intensely private and humble. A man like Andrew could easily find out about Charles, though.
"We're very close," Andrew says with a cruel smirk.
Avery stared at him blankly.
"We rely on each other," Andrew continues.
Avery continues to stare, wondering what he's talking about.
