Good. [She stops to draw a shaky breath, gathering her composure, and manages to at least look a little more resolute before narrowing her eyes at Lydia a little, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly.]

And I know I promised not to jump in front of any more literal bullets? But I said nothing about the figurative ones. My mind can wait, yours comes first. If I feel shaky, we can always bring the pack pile back to Isaac's room. Promise.

Be there in a few, 'kay?