Despite everything his years of experience had taught him, he realized there was not much choice at that moment, as she revealed the nature of her visitor. So people did know she was here, after all. That revelation would make her presence here far more complicated, and he was acutely aware of that. For now, he reluctantly allowed her to move away from him. He didn't say a word, but watched her with more focus than ever. One more wrong move, especially now, he decided, and she would become far more trouble than she's worth.
He relaxed his arm, holding the gun at his waist, though it remained aimed in her direction, following her just as closely as his gaze. He didn't need to see the dark spot on her black cotton panties to know what his touch had done to her. The evidence of that was still present, glistening on his fingertips. The sight, though, was innately satisfying, nonetheless; and given her obvious, vehement hatred toward him, even a bit amusing. Even more amusing, though, was the look that flashed over her face as her little toy came tumbling out. He huffed an audible breath from his nose, but made no other mention of it. Had he not been so focused on the situation at hand, he surely would not have let that go, so easily.
Looking her over as she spoke, he contemplated his own choice. If she did try to escape, she wouldn't stand a chance of survival. Surely she knew that. The flip side of that coin, however, was that there was no way he could get away with firing two shots from his current weapon without alerting everyone in at least the first ten floors below them. Whether or not he would be able to escape himself if it came down to that, he could not be sure; at least, not without leaving behind ample DNA evidence.
But this girl was scared for her life. She may have tried to hide it, but it was obvious, even as she cursed his name and tried to fight back against him. Surely, she wouldn't subject herself and someone else to such a certain death...
"I'm right behind you." he said finally, in a hushed voice. "If you try to run, if you say a word, if I so much as think that you're trying to tip her off or ask for help in any way, you'll both be dead before you even know what hit you." his warning was clear and unmistakable, and with that, he took a step toward her. "Now go."
He followed her through the apartment, right up to the doorway that led into the foyer. But he stopped just there, knowing that he could not be in sight when Sofia opened the front door. The bell rang again, this time much louder as they stood practically right beneath it's source. It was followed closely by a series of knocks, and an older woman's voice with a thick Spanish accent calling out- "Ms. Diaz?"
"Go." he repeated himself near silently, poking her at the small of her back with the barrel of his gun.