Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
I've got to hand it to you Len; I had it figured completely different.
Did I trust this man I'd never met, enough to hand over all our identities?
She started to hand him what looked like an intricate carving in the side of an orange.
Not hesitating to hand over the compass, she appeared torn at taking the final step of betrayal.
