[ Flynn doesn't hesitate in offering it to her, all muscle memory: arm out, held straight and firm, ready for a thin-fingered hand to take. Something in his head aches, throbs; Flynn swallows it back and ignores it, wondering. Maybe they really did know each other, before all of this. ]

When you're feeling better, I was thinking it would be a good idea to poke around at night. See what all the danger is so we know what we're working with, at least.