Lee steps inside, and Molly lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, a hand pressing to her mouth to stifle what might well be a sob. She'd thought it was him, she'd hoped, but she'd been wrong once before, too, and knowing for sure now makes all the difference in the fucking world. So, for that matter, does having gotten somewhere safe. She'd kept it together out of necessity when they were still outside, but now that that isn't an issue, she's not sure she can. With everything that's happened since she first walked out of City Hall and found herself here, there's no possible way for her to really be alright now, not with everything hitting her all at once.

Even just staying on her feet feels, suddenly, remarkably difficult, but she moves towards Lee, resting a hand against his arm. "Hey," she says quietly. "I'm... glad you're okay." That barely begins to cover it, but she isn't quite sure what else to say, especially after what happened earlier and the enormity of that, something she can barely wrap her head around. She loves him, of course she does, but she isn't sure that she'd realized just how much until she stepped in front of a loaded gun for him. That in itself is as terrifying as all the rest of it.