[The car door slams behind her. She's talked fast, moving fast, and there's the scent of old undead blood as well as something new from those others. She's throwing his jacket at him, his hoodie, reaching for her bra, and then at last she meets his eyes.

He's staring at her, wide-eyed. His goggles are lifted onto his brows to look at her, even at the risk of being seen. His hand goes out to her face and hovers, not touching. Never touching.]

... I'm sorry...

[His expression twists into one of misery, despite the relief he feels.]

I shouldn't have... left you... I left... you... I didn't mean... I'm sorry...

[He saw it of course. It was a slaughter but she managed to keep it on his side, not hers, and for that he's so, so relieved. She could've died. Just like that. And all for some stupid mercy to beings that weren't even capable of appreciating it.

Ryder gets her wish. His hand draws back to press at his eyes, but in the split second before that, a noxious black liquid wells at the corners and just starts to spill. He ducks his head until he's sure it's back under control.]

Shouldn't have... done this... Risked you... for nothing... 'm sorry...