"So.. everything should be in the fridge, I left a list of emergency contacts on the counter.. um..."

Skyler rambles, absentmindedly bouncing Holly as she speaks.

Between work and everything with Walter, Skyler had been slowly coming to terms with the fact that she needed a babysitter. You seemed trustworthy enough, but she could never be too sure.

She blinks back at you, clearly frazzled.

"Are you sure you'll be alright? Is there anything else you need?"