Cooper doesn't make that mistake, but he also doesn't put a lot of weight to it. He probably will come morning when he will undoubtedly go over it all in his head, but for now, it doesn't mean more to him than what he already knows: that Heather's been through a lot.

Right now, he attributes it to the evil salt and pepper shakers, the cult in general. Alessa was abused by their hands and today's coffee demonstration made sure he wouldn't forget. Death by someone else's hands, right? Death by evil forces that are using others to get to you?

It's pretty similar. And it's not at all what she means, but he doesn't know that. Not right now.

But studying her face, he nods slowly. He doesn't want to argue with the look she's giving him. He's worried, and he's going to stay worried for ... a while, but if he didn't already know it today made pretty clear that she's a fighter.

And while he doesn't feel too optimistic about her fate if BOB keeps showing himself to her, he does trust that she'd put up one hell of a fight.

There's even a hint of a smile in the tug of his mouth when he lets her go.

(Man, they've sure done a lot of bonding in this little town.)

"Alright."

Because what else can he say, really.