The lamp clatters to the floor, out of shaking hands. It felt so wrong to hit someone, any one.

"i'm... i'm unharmed..." their stomach turns as they look at the unconscious attackers, heart beating too fast, breathing getting shallow.

"how did they... how did they find me...
i.... i was so careful....i....
i'm sorry.....
.....what do we do now?"

They press their back against the wall, the words coming out in shuddering chokes. They had hired Bucky as a formality, they didn't think they'd actually need a body guard, not like this anyway. Their eyes well up involuntarily as they try to get themself to calm down.

"i'm sorry...
this is so unprofessional....
i'm sorry..."