"I mean," Molly says, the words catching in her throat before she can continue, though she tries not to let any worry through. There's no reason for that, not even when entertaining hypotheticals. It's over now. She keeps thinking that it shouldn't be so difficult to remember that when it was barely more than a matter of minutes anyway. Even so, when she's this fucking worn down, even sparing that much energy is more than she really has in her. Besides, she has to conserve what she can, when they probably won't let her sleep quite yet, when she isn't sure she'd be able to even if they did. "Who knows what would have happened otherwise?"