"So-so."
"That's not much of an answer."
"Gabriel has a badly infected leg, caused by a bullet wound."
"I heard that someone shot him. How much worse can it get?"
"We'll have to talk about those things," he said, "but not now. I'll see about my men, where they are to stay, what they can do to help."
"Then some brandy and dry clothes."
"Fine."
Over their brandy, he talked about protecting Palma Sola; he felt that the presence of his men would be sufficient; in all likelihood, there would be no trouble.
"This way I can take you to Colima and feel that everything is all right."
"I wish I could feel that way, Raul. All my things are here, the Humboldt things." She gestured toward the furnishings.