[ There's not much time between the feed cutting out and Charles' voice echoing out to her, but it feels like it stretches forever. She stands awkwardly, still in exactly the same spot that she'd stopped in when Charles has asked her to, and her arms fold over her chest as she waits.

It isn't long though, and she turns around immediately when she hears him. There's no mistaking the look that she gets when she finally locks eyes on him - relief, still tinged with fear but already so much safer in her mind than before. ]

Charles, thank God you're here. [ She doesn't move until he's a few feet away from her, unfolding her arms and quickly wrapping them around him. Her face presses into his shoulder and for a moment she's just going to stay there, clinging to him like a life line. ] I thought it was Shaw. I thought he was separating us. I thought I was alone.

[ The unsaid again hangs heavy in the air, and she scrunched her eyes closed before shaking her head. ]

What is going on?