"Alright." She says, even as he's walking away. Goal in mind. Like an arrow, always going one direction and she supposes she can make good use of herself. Heads back through the bunker to find where Amy and Sam are, even if they end up not needing anything since they were shopping yesterday and even is Sam will keep looking at her like she's a ghost or a water mirage in a desert.

Or the girl who blew up in a hardware store. Yet happens to be standing in his library anyway.



About twenty minutes she heads back down from that side of the house toward the garage. Wide open spaces, a few faces, and somewhere on her way back she thinks she'd give anything to see Lee and Sokka's faces. Thinks she's an idiot for not thinking of them when Dean mentioned it. Sokka who tracked her, even when she was untrackable. When she started leaving him clues that weren't clues, that were apologies without words.

They'd look. They'd know. She never would have gone dark without some kind of message.

Not when they had been waiting back at her flat for her to be done with her job. They could think she was still in the field.
But even that could only last so long, and they managed where no one had before. Not entirely. But better than they should have.