Though she feels guilty for it almost immediately, Molly tenses when she sees Kara reach for the gun that's still on her, prepared to raise her own again. The last thing any of them need right now is another standoff, not when there's no telling what else might be out here, and when she knows her plan will work, at least as far as determining whether this is the real Lee, her Lee, or not. Staying out here in the open now that night has fallen isn't something they can afford, and for all that she'd been willing to put herself between Lee and a loaded gun before, consequences be damned, that's not a chance she's taking. She didn't make it this far only to have something happen to her because she stupidly dragged her heels out here. That being the case, as fucked up as all of this may be, she can't afford to let it hit her yet. Once they're inside, it'll probably be a different story, but they've got a few blocks to go before they've made it to safety, and she has no intention of being what holds them up now.
So when Kara prompts them to move, fortunately not pointing her gun at Lee again, Molly doesn't hesitate before doing so, still glancing warily between the two of them, gaze lingering a moment longer on Lee as she walks. "They're the only safe places," she explains, careful to keep her voice pitched low, so it doesn't carry. "All the shit that's out here can't get inside, for whatever reason. So if you're... you, it'll be fine." She doesn't want to consider what they'll do if not yet, though she's reluctant, too, to go too far in assuming this actually is him. She'd been wrong once before, and got to watch him die for her trouble. Having done so a second time hasn't been quite as hard on her, but only because she hasn't let it be. Even then, she knows it's an image that's going to haunt her, nothing so easily shaken.
Only after she's spoken does she realize that he wouldn't know how she'd know, and the words come out flat when she continues, figuring she owes both of them an explanation. "I've been here before." It wasn't quite the same then, in those early days, when it was the entire city, not just people going missing and winding up here instead, but it's close enough. She knows as much from the last time this happened, what Russell and so many others went through. As much as she hates that it's this, of all things, that gets a repeat occurrence, at least it gives her some idea of what to do. Under the circumstances, when there are copies of Lee running around, two of whom they've seen die, Kara having shot one herself, it's fucking strange to think so, but they could be worse off. She just has to try to keep remembering that until they're inside and out of danger.
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So when Kara prompts them to move, fortunately not pointing her gun at Lee again, Molly doesn't hesitate before doing so, still glancing warily between the two of them, gaze lingering a moment longer on Lee as she walks. "They're the only safe places," she explains, careful to keep her voice pitched low, so it doesn't carry. "All the shit that's out here can't get inside, for whatever reason. So if you're... you, it'll be fine." She doesn't want to consider what they'll do if not yet, though she's reluctant, too, to go too far in assuming this actually is him. She'd been wrong once before, and got to watch him die for her trouble. Having done so a second time hasn't been quite as hard on her, but only because she hasn't let it be. Even then, she knows it's an image that's going to haunt her, nothing so easily shaken.
Only after she's spoken does she realize that he wouldn't know how she'd know, and the words come out flat when she continues, figuring she owes both of them an explanation. "I've been here before." It wasn't quite the same then, in those early days, when it was the entire city, not just people going missing and winding up here instead, but it's close enough. She knows as much from the last time this happened, what Russell and so many others went through. As much as she hates that it's this, of all things, that gets a repeat occurrence, at least it gives her some idea of what to do. Under the circumstances, when there are copies of Lee running around, two of whom they've seen die, Kara having shot one herself, it's fucking strange to think so, but they could be worse off. She just has to try to keep remembering that until they're inside and out of danger.