If he's only taking account of the evidence in front of him, she's handling it better than him. She might feel differently if she'd been hit with one of those bullets. But if she had, Five would have killed whoever had shot her, so that problem might have taken care of itself.

"This is a little worse than dealing with gossip rags. You can't rumor a robot." Still, arguing the point isn't productive. He's still too on edge, but running isn't going to solve anything. They'll settle their arrangements and then he'll... figure something out.

"Nothing we can do about it now. We'll regroup," he says in that vague and unhelpful way Luther might have, which just makes him frown more. "Keep an eye on the kid."