She forgives him. He had been shot, after all, and that takes a long time to recover from.

"Sorry, the heater doesn't work too well in this thing..." she says before managing to wriggle between the seats and produce a fluffy blanket, which she then drapes onto him and fusses with for a moment.

"I live pretty close to here. But I thought maybe we could visit Peter first, bring him some muffins. If you're up to it."