There are a million things Molly wants to do or say when Lee tells her and Kara to go on ahead, and she can't bring herself to do a single one of them. After all, she can't even be entirely certain that this really is Lee, her Lee, the one she's built a life with here. She wants to wrap her arms around him anyway, to tell him to be careful, to stay by his side in spite of the obvious danger out here. Instead, she gets to the door of the church as quickly as she can, her chest tight, air barely making it into her lungs.

She hadn't expected anything else, knowing how this place works, but it's still a relief when Kara says the inside is clear. Just how long they'll be able to stay here, she doesn't know, but at least they'll have a safe place to regroup, to figure out what they do next. Perhaps even more importantly, they have a way to determine that this Lee really is who he says he is. After everything that happened earlier, all that shit some part of her is still reeling from — she put herself in front of a loaded gun for him, and that's not something easily forgotten, even if she's pushed it aside for now — any lack of certainty would only make things worse.

Instead of making her way further inside, she hangs back by the doorway, her eyes not leaving Lee. Part of it is wanting to make sure he's alright, that he doesn't get hurt between the sidewalk and the church door. The other part of it is painful anticipation, with her desperate to be sure if this is really him or not. And, awful as she feels for it, there's some small piece of her that doesn't think she should look away, just in case it actually is all a lie.

"Come on," she says under her breath, one hand braced against the door frame, foot tapping impatiently on the tile floor. "Come on, come on."