It hits unexpectedly hard, hearing Russell tell her that she's safe now, that they all are, and for a moment, Molly can't say anything at all, too busy swallowing past the lump in her throat and fending off tears again. How she could have gone from feeling secure to not safe at all in so brief a time is almost beyond her, but he says it and it sounds like something out of reach, almost impossible to attain. There's no way she could be safe when someone she knew, someone she trusted, did this to her, but at the same time, she knows he wouldn't say it if it weren't true. It has to be. If there's anyone she can still count on to see to that, it's Russell.

"I really thought —" she starts, but she chokes on the words, thinking he'll know what she means. It's probably safer to imply than state outright anyway, no matter how skilled she might be at choosing her words carefully, with the recorder still running. She'd thought she was going to die, and it wouldn't have been the first fucking time. "God, if she hadn't come in when she did, I don't know what he would have done next."