He's just gotten off another long shift -- but they're all long lately, every single one of them -- when he spots Molly heading into the mall and for a second he thinks about leaving it, just sending her a text to say he'd caught sight of her, but he feels like they haven't really talked in ages, so in the end he goes trailing after her. He expects it to take at least a few minutes of wandering around to find her again, but she's right there, right inside the doors and she's staring down at her phone in a way that immediately puts Russell on guard.

"Hey," he says, his voice pitched low so as not to startle her, but loud enough that he's sure she can hear him over the din of voices in the mall. Something is going on, he's sure of that, but given the last few days and how nuts everything has been, he's not entirely sure he wants to know what. He's got a few injuries of his own and there's a dead raccoon with Animal Services to show for it, because after getting bit, Russell knew he had two options: get the raccoon for testing or get a rabies shot and he doesn't want that shot. So the raccoon is dead and has been tested and Russell's fine, but his hand is still bandaged and he knows just how crazy the past few days have been for everyone.

"Everything okay?" he asks when he finally reaches her side. "You look a little pale."